Fahredin Shehu. Born in Rahovec, South East of Kosova, in 1972. Graduated at Prishtina University, Oriental Studies.Actively works on Calligraphy discovering new mediums and techniques for this specific for of plastic art. Certified expert in Andragogy/ Capacity Building, Training delivery, Coaching and Mentoring, Facilitating etc. In last ten years he operated as Independent Scientific Researcher in the field of World Spiritual Heritage and Sacral Esthetics. Author of many books. Translated in English, French, Italian, Spanish, Polish, Serbian, Croatian, Bosnian, Macedonian, Roma, Swedish, Turkish, Arabic, Hebrew, Romanian, Chinese,Maltese, Frisian, Sicilian. Poet Laureate, Gold Medal for Poetry as bridge to Nations, Philippines, 2014. Member of Kosovo PEN Center.
My religion
Have you heard?
How many people today
Declared their religion and
You by- stand to comprehend
Later what is revelation and
What revelation is not?
Have you seen how many
Seekers are landing as bees
From flower to another and
They are never satisfied with
The emptiness they are
Spreading over
Have you ever pampered?
A child while crying
Releasing odor of sweet and tears
The divine smell of life and
In their nose a snivel bubble
Bursts while the anger turns in
The ephemeral and obvious creature
Have you ever go to bed
Empty stomach with the desire and
All thoughts turned on hunger
While the World hides the most
Natural instinct- sex greed
The dormant Leviathan that
Burns from within
Have you ever knew the magnitude
Of knowing while Life never asked us
Whether she wants to intercede it running
Current and taught that we did not
come down
To hate nor to kill
To sleep nor daydream
Who said that we must sleep?
In order to rest
To learn in order to know
Did we come to live or
In vacation we came
Did we come to secretly love and hide?
Our crime from the crowd while
River
Bears the petals of the white rose and
You realize that I know and I love
Let this be our Religion.
The Galway Review 