In No-Name’s Name Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In No-Name’s name

They were there
I was late
Two mid-aged ladies and one younger
Three men; (with teacher)
A whiteboard and markers

He’d asked me to attend.
I had thought I know what.
“It’s with us, in us born.
It is old way’s known ERFAN.”

“He insists it must be…” teacher says.
“He has been arrested…” woman said.
“Satanic they call them…”other said.
I am lost and blind, unaware; I feel shame.

Used logic of Rumi
“Love’s-balance, ” is required.
Then science and leaf’s life “Is stuck to a tree.”
Does God give permission, even for a trivial?

Then he wrote “Existence is movement.”
The virtual Superstring is motion.
I was shocked; bit my thumb:
“It’s Sufi’s modern life filled with dance.”

“Why is he in prison? ”
“Is this path politics? ”
“Is it faith of Islam? ”
“Why we talk of Koran? ”

Both questions and teachings
Shed light on, my daydream
“Do I know or I think?
“What is this, what it means? ”
“Where is God? What’s his role?
Whose God is in control?
Are they some atheists? ”