It is true that my name is Ahmad
And my letters are the most lenient
But sometimes it becomes heavier than a mountain
The pilgrims blamed for their sins.
It is true that I am almost silent
But my spirit speaks uninterrupted.
It is true that I am a kind *Sheikh
As my father used to call me
But sometimes I catch few demons
Playing in my yard.
It is true that I raised trees, cats, silkworms,
Fugitive pigeons and women of no lineage,
But I failed to raise a runaway rat.
It is true that I am as forgiving
As a weeping willow tree
But - sometimes- stubbornness
It is true that I welcome
A new *hijri year
But sometimes I see many
Immigrations inside me
And prophets waiting for Books
To be revealed.
It is true that the door
To the house is closed
And no body stands outside
Threatening the air
But the hurt sleeps
In the fabric of everything.
It is true that I extend
My rope straight
But I can create countless
Knots in its backbone.
It is true that I am- the son of Scorpio-
But I -all the time- watch
The biography of the sun
And it’s ripping off my shirt.
It is true that I am a rare love book
But I could burn all the papers
If the sun sleeps in her home alone.
*Sheikh is a venerable man in Arabic Islamic countries
*The Islamic lunar calendar; begins with the migration of
Muhammad, 16 July 622 AD; months begin at sunset on
the day of visual sighting of the new moon
Published on April 17th, 2023
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