Nahrain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nahrain

Google, our today’s father, elderly and teacher
Is as white as the dead’s eye
White, lifeless
Nahrain

It was the first city to meet the Northern Alliance
In 1999

Google-map
This dead man’s eye
Has nothing to show
Of those days’ fears
Turning hands from
Taliban to Alliance

The only true rulers were Arabs, Pakistani men
They walked like Royals
And in Baraghi
(Non-existing on map)
The one who, possibly, had some plan in head
For killing Alliance leader
Spread his kerchief
And sat as chief
We, unsure
Of truth
Boss

And in our minds “who rules, controls? ”

And Yakhni in mountains
Boiled water; mostly
And it burned
Mouth
And throat
Down, all the way.

Then walls of Pakhseh before Bangi River,
Dizzy was head, crossing the water
Taloghan was the capital
Near Anbar Kooh
Many Pashtoos