Muslim Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Muslim

His head up
Chest forward
Obvious his pride
He declared:
'I'm Muslim.'

In the days when people like Trump
Speak shit, stir shit and make shit
Rarely are visible such people!

Treasure his Islam
Malcolm X; Elijah's:
'For the poor and damaged
For braves and fighters
For the hay and at heights
The way out is Islam.'

He spoke after pushed to corner:
'My Islam goes two sides
Left and right
First is ‘No' or ‘Haram'
Next is ‘Yes' or ‘Halal'
No to lust, materialising women
No killing, no murder and no harm
Don't steal, nor drink, nor gamble
Similar is haram, waste, excess…
Yes give hand to the poor in secret
Do not let other hand be aware…
Never give for show off, pretend
Go to God and confess to mistakes
Face him right in the eye, straight
Ask him to help you find the right way,
Pay workers while still sweat-wet
Do not make your wealth on interest…'

My question turned brick-concrete
Did not dare asking him of ISIS
How could I mix two sides?
How could I think of dark when with sun?