Last night I asked the sky
Hey why you are dry?
Sky told me:
I am angry with you and
your countrymen
They fight
They kill
They commit suicide
They are cruel
They love blood
More than water
So I am angry.
I looked at the sky, and I kissed her hands
and told her, Dear Sky
You know what you say,
I agree
I agree
But women are not cruel
And children are lovely
They love the snow
So Sky
Dear Sky
Please snow.
I want to make a snow-girl
I want to paint it in my writing.
By Tabasom
This sounds like an ancient poem — very moving. Beautiful images.
Thank you, Tabasom! Just right – I can hear you and see the sky and ask for snow with you.
[Note: the photos and the following message were emailed to us by Ambreen]
I am writing to you today to let you know how much I love the incredibly beautiful poem “The Winter of My Country” by Tabasom. As soon as I got the email alert on the day the poem was published, I shared it with our entire office. And yesterday, as Lensay and I worked in the office during the snow blizzard we were inspired to build a snow girl for Tabasom to honor her very touching words (see attached photos). I would really appreciate it if you could find a way to share these photos with Tabasom, a small gesture of our appreciation of her and your wonderful work together.
Warm regards,
Ambreen
on 2/12/10 [email protected] wrote:
Dear Tabasom, AWWP,
Thank you for your thoughtful inspiring verse. As the eldest of five sisters, I find women aren’t perfect either. But I admire strong, prayerful Afghan women. Snowgirl? Beautiful heart and/or cold, to shining crystals? Children? lively and lovable!
God’s love to you,
Jacklyn E.L. Shaw
Seal Beach, CA, USA
Wow..this is really beautiful and moving. Shows how much of faith, belief and hope is still keeping the place going.
Dear sky; the land is still pretty
There are still hearts and souls who keep it living
We wont let the blood shed color you red
Your hues shall remain the same beautiful and dreamy…
With much love and hope..
M..
India
I pray for your soul.
I read this wonderful poem and I close my eyes, Tabasom!
I love you, I love your courage, I miss your smile!