A Poem by Sahar Romani - Believer Magazine

Ramadan Haiku

[1]

            Top floor apartment
spills with friends & friends’ friends, hot
onion pakoras

[2]

By noon my breath is damp
            hours dense with rain, the month
still handsome & young

[3]

            Gummyeyedpredawn
friedeggbutteredwholegraintoast
            halfabanana

[5]

When Abida sings
    God is right here next to me
on the crimson couch

[7]

I stroke the torso
            of my phone: 10:10, 6:12
like a sad lover

[8]

 Fridge fattens with left
            -overs: yesterday’s chickpeas
next to Tuesday’s beets

[9]

Often, I wear my
            fast as an amulet, but
                        sometimes, as dagger  
     

[11]

Don’t forget to pray
texts my mother, This month God
            is in a good mood

[13]

On my love’s birthday—
exemptions: day-time sex
            cherries & coffee

[14]

 Still hunger appears
            but head-shaven & tongue-tied
watching me watch it

[17]

At sunset, soupy      
            noodles with friends under bright
blue awning & rain  

[18]
            Is it like a clear
lake?                More like muddy pond
            or a tired creek

[20]

Light-footed, light-limbed
            light-headed, light-bellied, light
                        alight in my mouth

[21]

iHop parking lot
            sycamores alight with dawn
over pancakes, look!

[23]

Grenades hiss across
            another Sufi shrine lost
no sign of street cats

[26]

            By now the belly
narrows its need, holds only
                       what fits in my hand

[27]

Side by side we march
            From the river to the sea
Palestine will be     Free

[29]

Sightings or science?
Some mosques trust mathematics
            while others, the moon

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