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…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem