Ramadhan Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ramadhan

As grown I am sad; I have lost purity, virginity.

It was fun to be child and wake up each Sahar
Sleepy, willing sit and have some food, fall asleep
And mid-day, hungry, parents fast.

Child remained with pride…

“Come have food” mother said your eyes rolled
“I will sew the two halves, will be one.”

Innocent, hungry, you agreed, thought was right,
Two half-fasts made to one; it was fun.

But darn time has raped me
Took away purity, virginity.

Fast remained on my mind, favorite.
It gave me feeling of confidence.
“I have aim and conscious
Will avoid devil things
Will save food and give to who needs…”

Once woke up in Tehran and landed in London
Summer day, far to west and in north, day too long
And that fast was my best; had no rest, how great.

I love fast; it teaches:
“Do not eat.”
“Avoid harm.”
“No bad words.”
“Keep your clam.”
“Be peaceful, no anger.”
“Don’t stare out of lust.”
“Forbidden acting wrong.”
“Save the food for the poor.”

Above all you will have control, confidence.
If honest all mankind are Muslims when true.

The rest is politics; dirty games.