Love Them Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Love them

For many, many years
-my mother had claimed:
- "I am of his blood, "
- (The Islam's Prophet.)

Received call yesterday
- (Nephew, in USA)
-who laughed loud,
-joked and said:
- "Got result, DNA's! "

"Absolutely nothing
-of Hejaz, Prophet."

Lost I am in between
-Science and my Mother!

To me, both, respected.

Look around my room at
-many books, history
-of the needs, time, people,
-and mass of unsettled;
-immigrants of dangers.

Dip in books and remains
-inside caves, on mountains
-and then dive, penetrate…

Have smile on my lips:
- "History is great
-if mind, heart, are open
-and clean of judgments;
-just because of the race,
-background and culture…"

Every cell in my bones
-and blood does witness
- "I love all, regardless
-of the race and culture
-or the age, or gender."