I came to know

Tahir Hamoot

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In an exhausted morning
In a city that the dreamt-of mount burnt
Again the daydream trickled down from my thin face
Funny myths and legends have got out of my sight
I grasped red lips with my hands that got used to hypocrisy
I covered the enticing eyes, and then I burst into tears
I came to know
To the salt, God may have become
Bed – hard, uneasy and old as my homeland
I saw on the ceiling: fog is waking up from a girl’s arm
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I came to know
You are a wanderer there far away
A beautiful young woman in ancient times
Want to sleep with me in the long nights of Urumqi?
Your body smells corn bread, your long hair is hard to braid
Without the love of your lover, do you want to die?
You stare at me with your stars-dug eyes
I came to know
You want no pain, fear the death, but you want to die
And always wish to have an easy one:
What if you die when you are praying!?
What if you die when you are sleeping!?
What if you die lying in my arm!?
Just like the student girl who kneaded dough fro breakfast
And quietly died next morning
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A girl who went to the girl’s middle school in 1947
Has just died lately
She remembers no one but her relatives
She has an incomplete love story
Sometimes I wish: I lived in those years
There must have been new things and excitement everyday
Worries of life, death and love every single day
I came to know
The close distance between history and us and it is with us
I came to know
The heavy burden of friendship, the illness of love
Absurdity of parents, weakness of children
Dirtiness of agedness, stupidity of the youth
Hypocrisy of men and pain of women
I came to know
The indeed truthfulness of all memories!
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In a such morning
A dervish who tied red, yellow, blue, green cloths around his waist
Arrives in places where festivals are hold
Dim-eyed, dirty-bodied, ugly-looked
But, strong-powered, divine – worded, mysterious – behaved
His palms are lifted up to me:
‎-- For God’s sake, mercy on me!
What should I say? What should I give to him?
Should I go following him to deserts
Graveyards, bazaars, mountains, gardens!?
Or should I offer myself to
Snakes, scorpions, louses, fleas?!
What should I do?!
Think about this world or the coming?!
I came to know
That we should die!
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I came to know
Rocks will be valued in the last day
Handed and never be dropped to the ground
The whole world will burn
And forty men cool themselves under a single bush
Singing touching songs
Riding on a donkey, comes the demon
It’s said that the fingernails we cut will save us in the last day
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I came to know
Thus said my aunt Aysham Abduwahid:
‎-- God untie the knot that He tied!