Evenings Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Evenings

Everyone has a way
I have mine, different
Dusk brings back childhood
In mass came animals of graze…
Sun went down behind heights
And reddish and golden were skies…

Mother said: 'What you see is blood…'
I never dared question
Mothers are always right.

But child's look:
'How can it? Blood…in sky? '
She was wise...
Mothers know and never will stop.

I was born a Muslim
Well-trained, I knew prophets
In thousands had come gone,
Hundred twenty four thousands
And still mankind is well-in-loss.

Hussein who
(Now, after many years
I see him like Jesus)
Though not a prophet
He was God's plan
…for being...

She knew I knew of his sons
Even the toddler
Ali who was shot by the arrow!

'And this is his blood…'
Said Mama.

Every day after five
When people are on run
I see my goats in dusk, and the sheep;
Coming back from graze
And blood is still in sky.