Mom Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mom

Oh, Mother
Oh, Mother
Oh, Mother

Oh, my Mom
Oh, my Mom
Oh, my Mom

My dear

You, who is now nothing
-except for
-few bones and some hair
-in a dark, dark grave
-possibly for worms, ants, rest-place

Your grave on high hill
-the highest over there
-which some comment:
- "Is proud, like herself! "

What can one expect of a grave?
- (except for meatless bones
-and some hair!)

Oh, my Mom
Oh, my Mom
Oh, my Mom

My dear

I love you as always
-and I shall, and I will;
-for-ever

But ears and brain
-ring, hear sound of bell:
- "Write it down, be honest."

That I do since you said:
- "Children, be brave."

Wanted me to be right
- "Do righteous."

Though nothing
-without nerves, no flesh
-and no joint, not even single vein
-is left there to be cause of movement
-your words run in me as if river
-all around, from heart to brain

Yes, I know your tree
-Prophet's descendant
-around "Forty second"

For which, you constantly, did always
- (was in cell, unconscious, unaware)
-spoke and raised too high; (grandma
-Fatima-Al-Zahra)

To you she
-was the right
-only one
-therefore, her children
-deserved ruling kingdom
- (of Islam)

That is how
That is how
That is how

You were made by blood
- (you and most of Seyeds…)
-full of hate and dislike
-of the Jews who had hurt
-the Great Prophet
-as well as the Caliphas
-who misled book and faith

You said so for them all, except one
-that is fourth to Sunnis, "First Imam"
- "Your only, is Ali! "

Oh, Mother
Oh, Mother
Oh, Mother

Oh, my Mom
Oh, my Mom
Oh, my Mom

My dear

Based on what you had heard
-in secret and whisper
-you preached where you could
- (Blindly, to us, your children,
-with it you planted seed of hate!)

Oh, Mother
Oh, Mother
Oh, Mother

Oh, my Mom
Oh, my Mom
Oh, my Mom

My dear

I wonder if ever
-for minute
-for second
-you gave thought
-to the deeds, what you said
- (Them being, totally,
-opposite to Islam;
-and teachings of the men
-whom you loved and praised:
- "My grands,
-Ali and Mohammad."

My dear
-you spoke only of
-the whispers you had heard

I have read and reread for research

Your grands were against
-back-biting behind one
-and adding to the hate.

But you were injected
-with whispers
-and did same in peace time,
-when serene and in calm,
-to our souls

That is why I am too angry
-angry, angry, angry

I would not
-sure, would not
-if you were logical
-if you read the truths
-in its depth; as we must.

You told me many things
-with them you meant to teach

But mother; my dear,
-you were raised too simple
-forced, remained illiterate
-though you write, also read
-the basics, just basics…
-gathered by damn mullahs
- (the cheating charlatans! ! !)

Mullahs have shamelessly
-always lied
-have abused, at all times
-regardless of their faiths,
- (Cloaks, wears)
-being Jews or before
-Zoroastrian to Hindu, Christian…

Oh, mother, my dear
-that makes me angry
-angry, angry, angry

You told me that the Jews
-buy a lamb for their child
-child and pet fall in love
-then one night, by sudden
-lamb is gone and comes lie:
- "Ali came, killed the lamb, "
- "Base of hate they plant! "

Have friends among Jews
-and they too, are like you
-similarly, simple
-a ground for stain
-they wear cap and some ropes
-on their head, hung of shirts
-advised by their mullah; exact same.

Oh, mother, my dear
-that makes me angry
-angry, angry, angry
-then a child, had dream
-the one that Freud says:
- "Is rooted in said, heard…"

You told me of the Jews:
- "They catch you, push needle into you
-you bleed…they will suck…"

In dream, had rebelled your advice.
-walked through where was barred,
- (The Alley of the Jews, Esfahan)
-you told me "Don't believe if they
-seek your help to turn on light…"

They caught me…
-men stood in circle
-had needle; each of them
-long, and pushed inside me
-in my arms, chest, flesh
-one by one they drank my blood
-one held me and then sent
-to the next, to do same
-and next one…
-now I am angry…
- (even is same is said
-about them by many
-in varied places
-from Rus and Tajik to Hitler up-to Ford!
-I could not find the cause.)

But mother, oh, mother, my dear
-I am too angry
-angry, angry, angry
-of you and your way and how you taught.
-With it could plant the seed of hate.
-That is not of Islam or Koran.
-is of Pope and their likes, all mullahs
-and they, sure, are corrupt, charlatan
-the same are the Khakhams…

Oh, mother, my dear
-that makes me angry
-angry, angry, angry

Who told you of Omar
-being a mean Caliph?
-Who said man that you hate
-turned to be a woman for some years
-to give birth and mother children?
- "Was one of miracles…of Ali…"

Oh, mother, my dear
-that makes me angry
-angry, angry, angry
-faiths have died
-many like being an atheist
-thanks to bad and unjust trainings.

I write these against you
-though love you
-yes, love you
-will love you.

Wish you were aware that
-most of lies come from the mullahs
-and partly, from the invasion of Iran
-with Arabs of Omar murdering and looting