Imam Of Kabul Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Imam of Kabul

Audience is mass on Friday
"Islamic" is the way
A social ‘Prayer'
Hands stud to foreheads.

I follow and therefore
His words and shout and heart
Penetrate to my bone, make me cry!

I feel shame…!
Since I am one of them…
In distance…

Sulphuric his stare;
Turned me to Christian
Kneel and confess to repent:
"I too am one of those criminals! ? "

His reference Shokrieh
Nine-Year-Girl beheaded in Zabol
With the knife as if an animal!

He mentions Farkhondeh
A reader of Koran burnt alive
As if she has opposed the Koran!

I cry since was born a Muslim?
I cry for being ignorant, an idle?

Whatever, feel guilty for sitting?
Was I rock; saw, observed,
Did nothing just claimed:
"I have seen, am aware; "
And result…?

I feel as one of those in poem,
Of Bidel (a native of Kabul) :
"The brains pea-size but, Turbans are in Kilos! "
Feel ashamed since I know…
Feel ashamed since I know…
Feel ashamed since I know…