Abortion Law Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Abortion law

Of course, have encountered
Women and abortion.

Memories are piled
As high as a mountain.

The first that started
Was about Fatima.

I, a child in the village
Heard from my mother
Surely, was less than six.

"Her uncle had a guest
She went in with a tray, "
It is my mom's whisper.

Backbiting in secret
Is disease, everywhere.

Was she right, I wonder!

Fatima could somehow
Be related to us.

One of Dad's cousins,
Was the closest to him.

That cousin had married
Mother of Fatima,
And later?
I know not, nor questioned!

Fatima was impaired,
Was huge in the middle,
Could have had tumors!

I, a child with manners
Had to be obedient
And listen to the elders:
"A good child is ears."

She had been pregnant
But, impaired, had never
Learned or talked about it!

In the room, with a tray,
Recall what mother said:
"Delivered with no pain."

Was she the rape victim?
By mullah of the village?

I feel like, after years
See mullahs as devils.

Mean is religious,
Judaists, Christians,
To Hindus and Muslims,
And almost all the others!

But simple, innocent,
A victim of the rape,
Was seen as the devil,
By the men in Masjed.

It could be different
If we were free, fair,
Genders were equal.

A fetus in the current
Was the next abortion
For my eyes to observe.

The baby was perfect,
I saw, was entangled,
Floated in the water!

I, was young, under ten,
Found the scene, strange,
And was full of questions:
"Why thrown as garbage?
Why was it unwanted?
From rape? An incest? "


When thirteen or fourteen
I worked in a pharmacy.

Women came secretly
Asking boss to help in
Their crime, aborting!

And I learned a lot then
Injections, among them,
In arms, butts, and veins.

I look back, after years,
See embers and fires,
And laugh at corruption.

Let people be free
And support the logic.

Let us go, out and shout
At lawyers, all judges,
They make the criminals
From the poor, backward.

Who are they?
You may ask…

Sit, relax, I tell you:
"Those without food, school
And without a home and roof,
And without parenthood…"

You, in the courts, houses,
Are governing agents,
You who write laws-orders
Are deaf-dumb to the pains.

We, the normal people,
Go to work, each morning,
In your shops, companies,
We add to your money
And you use the job's knife
To murder, butcher us.

Yes, please stop the
Ignorant law setting
With greed, cruelty,
Put end to demanding:
"Follow laws blindly
For fetus in the belly! "

See us as the soldiers
In shooting the friend
Or an injured comrade
To save him from pain.

We who were your slaves
Have seen, or experienced
How you use legal terms,
Or the chains of experts.

Your laws work as bullets
Handicap the nation.

Yes, we care for the fetus,
And love them no question.

We know of bars, cages
Of the hardship, burden,
So, use the abortion
For saving fetuses.

Knowing you, your cages
And your law enforcement.

With deep love, devotion
We hear our conscious
To fight the law-setters,
These meanest vampires:
"Save them by abortion."

Enough is fooling us
Using Jesus, churches,
Or Moses, or Masjed,
Hit the road, go away
To get lost, no return.