Salt And Onion Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Salt and onion

For long we had not met
-I saw the same machine
-the sky of smile and tank of energy
-with laughter kept singing, murmuring…

Lunch was his, spoons mine
-"Bring some onion…"
-he had called; I brought
-and food was delicious
-his wife made; Kurdish dish…

He chewed on onion
-after dipping in salt…
-what great surprise!
-history came to mind

The hero of Persian language
- (Yaʻqub was of East
-can be seen in rebels
-Louis Riel, Wild Métis
-also Che Guevara…)

"No! ", "Never! " he replied
-to the Arabs' Caliph's:
-"Surrender…"

To relay his message asked for
-salt, onion and bread,
-called Caliph's messenger
-"Go tell him…we live poor
-such a life…but proud!
-not slaves! "

So revived my ancient language
-but not Africa and Egypt
-and many countries

But my host…
-does he know?
-I love him for his way!
-even if unaware…