Chastity Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Chastity

He called.
He always does.

He spoke.
He always does.

He laughed.
He mostly does.

He asked me to write,
He rarely does.

"Write of the Jihadi…"
He said
He laughed
He explained.

"The Jihadi wore a chastity belt;
-he was a great faithful,
-he was a deep believer,
-he wore it to avoid shame…"

He stopped,
He giggled,
He laughed,

He went on:
"…he was killed
-he ended in Heaven,
-he saw multitude of virgins,
-he jealously looked and envied,
-girls flirted and played with the men,
-with the men who deserved ending in Heaven…"

He inhaled, exhaled and went on:
- "…every man there, the martyrs,
-those whom the Jihadi had killed,
-played with virgins; and had sex,
-he couldn't,
-his were blocked,
-by the chastity belt! "