فراموش مکن، آسمان مال من است

این شعر را به تمام ایرانیان اعم از

ترک و لر و کرد و فارس وعرب و بلوچ و ترکمن و گیلانی و مازندرانی و بندری

تقدیم میکنم .

 

 اهل ایرانم

 نسبم شاید
 به زنی شاعره در شهر بخارا برسد
 به مهاجر مردی
 آریایی فردی
آمده آرام
تا بخارا
از شرق

 

لیک میدانم

نسبم شاید برسد ازسویی
به بلوچی نستوه
یا یل دستان

یا زن ترکی
ساقی شیراز
عاشق بستان

پدرم شاید
بوده افغانی
مادرم شاید
برده چنگیز

مادرم شاید
یک زن ترساست
پدرم شاید
ارمنی مردی
جسته جایی امن در کنار او
ساکن جلفاست

نسبم شاید برسد یک سر
به مجاهد مردی آمده از شام
و آن سر دیگر برسد شاید
به زن گبری
که شهادت گفت
تا نبیند بیش
جور این موبد ستم آن شاه

نسبم شاید
برسد هرچند
به یهودی مردی گشته آزاده در گه کورش
یا به زرتشتی مادری نیکو
که نمیکردش گل آب جاری از ده بالا

 

اهل ایرانم

 از چه رو جویی نژادم را؟
زاده در ماکو یا که خرمشهر یا سرخس یا زاهدان یا بم

نسبم شاید برسد تا تاریخ
و نژاد آدم
و فراموش مکن
آسمان مال من است

با درود به سهراب
بهمن ماه نود
امیرحسن قاسمی نژاد تفرشی

 

This poem has a lot of historical, geographical, mythical references.

It also points to a lot of other poems specially some poems of Sorhrab Sepehri, Hafiz, Ferdosi.

I have tried to provide non-persian readers with some hyperlinks.

If you click on them and read patiently you may get a feeling of why racism and being an Iranian are not consistent.

 

This poem is full of  historical, georaphical, mythical references. It also points to a lot of other poems specially some poems of Sorhrab Sepehri. I have tried to provide non-persian redears with some hyperlinks. If you click on them and read patiently you may get a feeling of why racism and being an Iranian are not consistent.

My birth place is Iran  
   

My genealogy may reach to a poetess
in Bukhara,

Or it may reach to an immigrant man,
an Aryan,
who came calmly from the east.

  

However,
I know

  

My family tree may reach
from one direction,

  
to a hardworking Balouch
or the Dastan’s hero		 (Ferdosi says Rostam, son of Dastan, was a real hero in Sistan, whom he made the story of Rostam about)

or a Turk woman Shirazi cupbearer,
lover of gardens.

 (Hafiz says: “if that Turk cupbearer capture my heart, I will donate two big cities of Samarkand and Bukhara”!!!)
   
My Father may have been an Afghan.
My mother may have been a slave to Genghis Khan.		  
My mom may have been a Christian woman;
my father may have been Armenian,
seeking a safe place ,
to live beside her, in Julfa.		 The Armenians of Julfa resettled along the Zayanderud and built the New Julfa quarter in Isfahan.
   

My lineage may reach,
,from one end,
to a Mujahed man,
who came from Damascus.

 Despite staunch opposition to the Islamic prophet Muhammad, the Umayyads embraced Islam before the latter’s death in 632. A member of the clan, Uthman, went on to become the third Rashidun caliph in 644–656, while other members held various governorships. One of these governors, Mu’awiya I, won the First Muslim Civil War in 661 and established the Umayyad Caliphate with its capital in Damascus, Syria. This marked the beginning of theUmayyad dynasty, the first hereditary dynasty in the history of Islam, and the only one to rule over the entire Islamic world of its time.
   
And the other end may reach to a Zoroastrian woman,
who pronounced acceptance,
To not see the tyranny of this mobad,
or despotism of that king.

 

 Fear among the nobility and Zoroastrian clergy grew so strong that King Kavadh was overthrown in 496, but he managed to regain the throne three years later with the help of the Hephthalite Empire. Scared by the resistance among the powerful, he chose to distance himself from Mazdak. He allowed Anushiravan to launch a campaign against the Mazdakites in 524 or 528, culminating in a massacre of most of the adherents – including Mazdak himself – and restoring orthodox Zoroastrianism as the state religion.[
   

My ancestry may reach however,
A Jewish man who became free
At the time of Cyrus,

  
Or a Zoroasterian
Nik  mother,
Who wouldn’t make muddy,
the water flowing from the upper village.		  
   
Why are you looking my race up?  
My birth place is Iran.  
Born in Maku,
or Sarakhs,		  
or Zahedan,
or Bam,		  
My genealogy may reach the history,
and the race of Adam.		  
And don’t forget:

 

The sky is mine.

Amir H. ghaseminejad
February 2011

  

 

 

Published on Feb 7, 2012

 

 

 

 

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