A WATCH FROM CHENGELKÖY

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God Who are hidden in

- the phenomenon of mine

tear up this veil of me

I would not to be a hijaab

but to disappear instead, in That

What is covered by it

God, without You all is empty

as a grazing land

when the gazelles are gone

and there gather the shadows

of night

Where am I it now going back?

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To the city caught in a spider
net, wherein the sniper bullets speak the time
between breaths
and exhalations

With whom to share the bad-timing
- that speechlessness of the Time
With whom to exchange the word
- that resonant vessel of the All-Time

In what darkness yet to sink
to disappear so in Thy light

In what solitude to isolate
And then, to know:
- ah, at last!
Back!
Home!

*** Wristwatch, bought in a shop on the awsome - Chengelkôy - Istanbul's Riva, at which, once,"centuries" before the war for the death of Yugoslavia and Bosnia, I used to walk my post-prison loneliness. A watch, big like universe on my wrist. It - the spider web, at which, Time, as in a tale, tells... "Aunt Melika!", cried out Luckman (whom I found in Qom), "a bug entered your watch!".

I lost it (both, the watch and an essay on the Time outlined in my heart) in the haram of Imaam Rida a.s., in Mashad. In Bosnia roars the war. I rush back with medication; to Sarajevo, warriors..., brother.

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