Call Aunt Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Call Aunt

Her shouting when in pain,
-in my mind, sits always.

Sought my help:
- "Go and tell Aunt to come! "

Too close to her I,
-best friend had become.

We were two siblings
-of many; and in love…

Have never, will no doubt
-find other, anyone
-to love as love lost one.

Not only my sister
-that she was best friend!

For years was married but
-had never been able
-to give birth to a child
-to pamper and to hug
-as her one…

She spent all her life
- (raising us, sacrificed)
-as if was real Mom!

To me she, was mother
-and friend and sister
-therefore, I saved my love
-for my older sister…

I loved and will love her
-forever, and ever and ever.

Calling aunt was nothing
-among what I would do
-to make sure to help her
-as in-debt-brother.

This was just another
-of painful abortions.

She had lost many and
-loved having children.

Confused, a loser
-was ear and listened
-to advice of others
-old and young to shaman.

"You were first in Hammam…"
-said the man, charlatan
-who heard this simple girl
-with such an eagerness…

"You took the hot water,
-splashed and have burnt,
-children of demon…"

He was a magician
-able to call and talk
-with demon in in the pot,
-which he held in front
-underneath a cloth
-and covered to her eyes.

Only he could reach and
-move demon that made sound…

"She is hurt, takes revenge…"
-said shaman to sister
-and she was too simple…

Hussein was her first son
-he died as Hassan died
-my share was to cry…

Loving her, I loved them.

Finally, I grew and school
-taught through the textbook.

"There was a shaman who
-was against the school
-and teacher, teaching there…"

A debate was arranged
-blackboard in front
-the two had to pass test;
-one would win with "Snake".

The people, unaware to read, write
-gathered there, sat in lines
-the teacher used letters
- ‘S' and ‘n' to ‘a', ‘k', and end ‘e'

But shaman drew line
- (a winding, like a worm!)

"Who is right? "

Shaman won…

To this game
-ever since
-painfully
-I smile! ! !

But sister
-my only lasting love
-was deprived…

She was like ancestors
-who were forced to escape
-with only shirts on backs
-from the invaders
-who used arms, stole, raped
- (left was in darkness of dungeons!)

Greatest enemy was at home
-a racist dictator named: "Mother"

She abused our sister:
- "Be lion or be dead! "

Lioness, she, herself
-she hated all women
-used force, beat my sister!

The worst of enemies
-have always sheltered in
-to be one to betray
-our rights to abusers…

Study power-games
-and the gates that open
-to allow enemies, regardless
-of the times and nations.

Look at horse, Trojan…
-collaborators, infiltrators
-subversive saboteurs' treason.
Mom was thief and stole confidence
-from my deprived older sister.

This action made me the
-closest defender
-of women and daughters
-most, via my sister…

Like many, my sister
-was forced to immigrate.
-She lost life for her kids to grow,
-safe and sound, sure they would
-not face what she had seen as girl-child!

I think am her child and
-her nest is in my heart.
-She remains my lone love
-as mother, a sister and friend.

Most of all she is the
-best-ever found friend.

She stirs my conscious
-that "Women are great, "
- (when rightly they behave!)