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Who am I? Print E-mail
Written by Bashir Sakhawarz   
Tuesday, 03 January 2017 12:46


Who am I?

Born in Kabul behind mountain walls

I didn’t know

that one day I pack the world under my skin

I will find my shadow in Uganda

my religion in Belize

my name in Kosovo.

Who am I?

And how far would I go?

It was my uncle, not father who named me bashir, good news

But the journey began

in my mother’s womb

uncle gave me identity much later.

Swimming between love, life and bakery

life was not fun.

Good news?

What good news and for whom?

Nostalgia is not for longing childhood

or the taste of first kiss in love forbidden land

but the smell of moment

when I helped my cousin

to carry sack of wheat to the mill.

Watching grain crushed between heavy stones

I didn’t know life was


wheat to flour

in the stomach of time

turning and turning

reaching the day of elimination

ashes to ashes

dust to dust.


Last Updated on Tuesday, 03 January 2017 13:06
Fountain Print E-mail
Written by Bashir Sakhawarz   
Saturday, 26 November 2011 14:32

Life is a fountain
Rising with a jet of energy pointing to the sky
Falling under its own weight.
Rising, falling
And one day no rising but just a fall.

I am a fountain
I rise when you channel feeling in me
I will never fall
If you stay in me.