Under Burqa

Editor’s note: The chader namaz is a large prayer scarf that covers the entire body. The burqa is not required under the present Afghan regime, but due to political instability as well as family and tribal custom, it is almost universally worn in the more conservative parts of the country, and women who might not otherwise be inclined to don it sometimes must do so for personal safety.

Please scroll down for the Spanish and French translations.

My face hidden, I smile,
unseen. It is I,
Afghan woman, under burqa.
I try to be brave, show my presence.
See me; don’t see me, but I am here.
I don’t care how hot it is under burqa.
I am invisible.
I am part of my community.
I am here, Afghan woman
under Taliban burqa.

I cannot use chader namaz
for I will be recognized,
my life threatened if they know
what I do under burqa.
They will make me stop working,
take my job, my life.
But I am an Afghan woman who wants
to stay safe, continue my fight.

Yes, I am brave under burqa,
enslaved in my generation of war.
Banned from education, my illiterate
sisters cannot work.
Some hide, learn in home-based classes,
work today, still at risk.

Foreign women come to see us,
under burqa, take our picture—
we are interesting, novel for them.
They don’t understand
our burqas are jail and safety made of fabric.
We are hidden beneath blue cloth,
confined, yet secure.

I am Afghan woman, working
under burqa. We are many
and if there is one, we are all
Afghan women.
Insha’Allah, we will one day
remove the burqa.

Yes, it is I, Afghan woman, under burqa—
Remember me.

By Seeta

Many thanks to Eva Amat for translating Seeta’s poem into Spanish

Bajo el Burqa 

Mi rostro escondido, sonríe, oculto.
Esto soy yo, una mujer afgana, bajo el burqa.
Intento ser valiente, mostrar mi existencia.
Me ves, no me ves, pero estoy aquí.
No me importa cuánto calor haga bajo el burqa.
Soy invisible.
Soy parte de mi comunidad.
Estoy aquí, una mujer afgana bajo el burqa Talibán.

No puedo usar chader namaz1 – me reconocerían.
Mi vida estaría amenazada si supieran lo que hago bajo el burqa.
Me obligarán a dejar de trabajar, me quitarán mi trabajo, mi vida.

Sí, soy valiente bajo el burqa, esclava en la generación de la guerra.
Excluidas de la educación, mis hermanas analfabetas no pueden trabajar.
Algunas escondidas, estudian en casa, a pesar del riesgo.

Las mujeres extranjeras vienen a vernos, bajo el burqa, nos toman fotos-
Somos interesantes, algo nuevo para ellas.
No entienden que nuestros burqas son nuestra prisión y a la vez nuestra seguridad hecha de trapos
Estamos ocultas bajo una tela azul, confinadas, pero seguras.

Soy una mujer afgana, trabajo bajo el burqa. Somos muchas.
Y si hay una, todas somos afganas.
Si Dios quiere, un día nos quitaremos el burqa.

Si, esto soy yo, una mujer afgana, bajo el burqa-

Por Seeta

1 * Chader namaz es un pañuelo de oración grande que cubre todo el cuerpo. El burqa no es obligatorio bajo el actual régimen afgano, pero debido a la inestabilidad política, así como por costumbre familiar y tribal, es común su uso en las zonas más conservadoras del país. Las mujeres quienes no tienen tendencia a llevarlo, a veces deben hacerlo por seguridad.

Many thanks to an anonymous reader for translating Seeta’s poem into French.

Sous la Burqa

Mon visage caché, je souris,
invisible. C’est moi,
la femme afghane, sous une burqa.
J’essaie d’être courageuse, de montrer ma présence.
Tu me vois, tu ne me vois pas, mais je suis là.
Peu m’importe la chaleur sous la
Je suis invisible.
Je fais partie de ma communauté.
Je suis ici, femme afghane
sous une burqa talibane.

Je ne peux pas mettre le chader namaz * 
car je serais reconnaissable
ma vie serait menacée s’ils savaient
ce que je fais sous ma burqa.
Ils m’empêcheront de travailler,
prendront mon travail, ma vie.
Mais je suis une femme afghane qui veut
rester en sécurité, continuer ma lutte.

Oui, je suis courageuse sous ma burqa,
esclave de ma génération en guerre.
Interdites d’éducation, mes sœurs
illettrees ne peuvent pas travailler.
Certaines se cachent, apprennent leurs leçons à la maison,
travaillent à ce jour, toujours en danger.

Des étrangères viennent nous voir,
sous notre burqa, nous prennent en photo –
nous les intéressons, nous sommes des nouveautés pour eux.
Ils ne comprennent pas que
nos burqas représentent une prison et une sécurité fabriquée en tissus.
Nous sommes cachées sous notre drap bleu,
renfermées, mais en sécurité.

Je suis une femme afghane, travaillant
sous ma burqa. Nous sommes nombreuses
et s’il y en a une, nous sommes toutes
Des femmes afghanes.
Inch’allah, nous pourront un jour
enlever la burqa.
Oui, c’est moi, Femme Afghane, sous la burqa –
Souvenez-vous de moi.

Par Seeta.

* Le chader namaz est une grande voile de prière qui recouvre entièrement le corps. La burqa n’est pas obligatoire selon le régime afghan en place actuellement, mais à cause de l’instabilité politique et des traditions familiales et tribales, elle est portée quasiment partout dans les endroits les plus conservateurs du pays, et les femmes qui, d’ordinaire, préféreraient ne pas la porter, le font parfois pour des raisons de sécurité personnelle.


  1. Naomi Benaron says:

    Seeta Jan,
    Such a haunting, powerful poem! You are indeed brave.

  2. Roberta Gould says:

    Remember that you are brave, that there are others holding thoughts of you in our hearts,,

  3. Seeta
    This phrase: “jail and safety.”
    So true. Those words are the sad glue that holds this very deep and touching poem together.
    Good job. I wish it didn’t have to be written. But it does.

  4. Ellen P. says:

    Thank you for your powerful poem – there are many of us holding you and all Afghan women in our thoughts – your writing is so important to share with the world – thank you

  5. Nancy Antle says:

    It has been a while since I visited the site and read your work, Seeta. I am so happy I stopped by and read this. Your description of the burqa as jail and safety — confined yet secure — is a clear and powerful statement to all of us. Your last line is perfect and I think anyone who reads this will always remember your words. Wonderful writing!

  6. Your poem brought tears to my eyes. My heart goes out to you in your struggle. You are brave women — you are our sisters — and please know that you are heard.

  7. Seeta – it is impossible to read your poem and NOT remember you. The burqa as both jail and safety is a powerful image, and one I won’t erase.

  8. You give me a taste of what it is as an Afghan woman to have the two faces of safety under the blue outer visible skin. I have traveled in Afghanistan and sometimes wished to be covered so as a foreigner I would not be stared at. I would like to read your poem when I show my photographs and talk about Afghanistan.

  9. Michelle says:

    “They don’t understand
    our burqas are jail and safety made of fabric.”

    Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

  10. Sarah Key says:


    Your poem is beautiful, moving, and haunting, what every poet wants. I especially love the “jail and safety made of fabric” because in those words you captured the puzzle of the burqa, the puzzle of many things that contain their opposite within themselves. Please keep writing. It is a gift to read your words


  11. My dear Seeta, Your poem was read to us in a gathering in NYC yesterday. Mostly women and a few teenage girls. We were all so moved. The teens were just as interested in your plight as the adults.
    You made me feel what your life is like and I thank you for sharing your life with us. It is important for us to hear from you. You are not forgotten. We are all thinking of you. We are listening. I look forward to reading your writing. Much love to you.

  12. Let me echo Michelle and Sarah: I, too, will always now think of the burqa in terms of both jail and safety. Thank you for sharing this wonderful work.

  13. Echoing Dawn, Barbara, and all of your other commenters as well!

  14. Seeta, this is my first time on this website, and so I am sad and happy at the same time. I am so happy that you are writing! You and others’ beautiful words and feelings keep you afloat, and keep us informed. As much as you feel alone, you are not! Keep writing, and writing, and writing.

  15. What a powerful piece of writing. Thank you. Inhsa’Allah.

  16. A powerfully worded poem, written by a strong woman with or without her burqa. You humble me.

  17. Ellen Harper says:

    This is a beautiful poem and I hope that you are writing more of them. You are so strong and are certainly not forgotten. Much love to you.

  18. Ana Carolina Cabral says:

    My eyes stoped and my heart raced when I saw your lines comparing “jail and safety”!
    You gave the translation, you meet the core of the significance of your feelings!! I can only be thankful for your courage!! Be brave always!!! My love to you!!

  19. I found this piece to be extremely moving. The juxtaposition of invisibility and community is striking here. I appreciate that you shared the emotion associated with having your picture taken by foreign women who could never understand what it means to wear burqa. I was particularly moved by the idea that what is done under burqa is unknown-the anonymity of it both jail and safety. Beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing it.

  20. Jessica says:

    Such truth and beauty in your poem! Thank you for sharing with everyone. I agree with others that your “jail and safety” imagery says so much and is so powerful. I can feel with you as you don your burqa, as your hold on to your bravery underneath it, how it keeps you safe, and how you long for the day when you no longer need it.

  21. “our burqas are jail and safety made of fabric” – like others who commented before me, I think this may be one of the most moving things I have ever read. It is both saddening and enlightening to read your account of what life is like as a woman in your country. I sense your oppression and opposition to this custom. At the same time, I marvel at how, conversely, you have found a way to turn the tables on this custom by using the burqa to hide your true emotions and expressions from this subjugation. Thank you for sharing your experience.
    Ryan S.

  22. Dear Seeta,

    As some of the other comments have said, I found your poem extremely moving. I can only imagine the strength it must take to face the same struggles day in and day out. I believe that the fact you are able to write about this shows how strong you truly are. Continue to write and tell your story. The more you are heard the more change you can make.

  23. Dear Seeta,

    I am Calvin, from California USA, and I currently attend Saint Mary’s College of California. Our English class as a whole discusses and replies to your letters with our own words and thoughts, and I am very impressed with your specific piece here.

    Under all that pressure from the political parties, family, and culture, I give you my utmost admire for being such an encouraging and brave model for the women in Afghan. Your pain is felt and the will to change the tradition is important, with your persistence and the help of other organizations, one day your goal will be reached, and the effort everyone puts into the movement will not be wasted.

    The way you described the Burqa was very moving, “our burqas are jail and safety made of fabric” , the contrasting perspectives in that sentence made me question the number of women who treat the Burqa as safety, or the amount of women that are only forced to wear the Burqa. Although it feels like a shelter made for the people in Afghan, the women under the scarves and fabric cloths are suffering emotionally and physically.

    For myself, in middle school, I was sheltered under my parents’ supervision all the time, although I knew they did it for my safety, but I felt trapped, and I was not allowed to go anywhere even if it was the weekend to go out with my friends. But comparing your situation to mine is incomparable, there is no question that your position is much tougher and time is the essence. I give you all my encouragement and all my heart to achieve your goal. Be able to free yourself from others, and live freely!



  24. Seeta,
    I love this poem. It takes us beneath the burqa for just a moment. Thank YOU! I will be sharing this with a group of Burmese refugee girls I work with on Sunday nights. They are praying for you and your friends.
    Write to me in workshop 102!
    Congratulations on this excellent work.

  25. Mahwash samadi says:

    Dear Seeta
    I am a fellow afghan woman living in UK. I totally admire this poem, so Powerful and moving. As your poem wishes a day that afghan women will be free of Burqa I hope and pray for that day.
    Keep up the amazing work

  26. I Don’t Know how many Marathi reading women access this site. But if any, I have translated this heart touching poem in Marathi.
    My name is Mukta Chaitanya. I am from Pune, Maharashtra, India.

    या झाकलेल्या चेहऱ्या आडून मी हसते आहे, दुर्लक्षित..
    हि मी आहे. या बुरख्याआड एक अफगाण स्त्री.
    मी हिंमत दाखवली, माझं अस्तित्व जाणवून दिलं,
    तुम्ही बघताय मला? मी दिसत नाहीये?
    पण मी आहे.
    या बुरख्याआड किती कोंदट आहे याची मला पर्वा नाही…
    पण मी अदृश्य झाले आहे, या समाजाचा एक भाग असूनही..
    मी एक अफगाण स्त्री या तालिबानी बुरख्या आड.

    मी चद्दर नमाज करू शकत नाही, कारण त्याने मला ओळख मिळेल.
    आणि मला ओळख मिळाली तर माझे श्वास धोक्यात येतील.
    माझं काम थांबेल, माझी नोकरी जाईल,
    माझे श्वासही ते हिरावून घेतील.
    पण तरीही मी एक अफगाण स्त्री आहे,
    लढत राहीन सुरक्षित आश्वासक श्वासांसाठी..
    या युद्धाच्या होरपळीतहि
    हो या बुरख्याआड मी धीट आहे.

    मी शिकू शकत नाही, माझी शिकलेली बहिण
    काम करू शकत नाही.
    पण काही धीट मुली तेही करतात.
    लपून शिकतात.
    लपत, शिकत, काम करतात.
    धोका आहे प्रत्येक श्वासागणिक तरीही…

    परदेशी बायका येतात, आम्हाला बघायला..
    बराख्याआड दडवलेल्या आमचे सटासट फोटो काढतात.
    आम्ही वस्तू आहोत त्यांच्यासाठी. नाविन्यपूर्ण आहोत. वेगळ्या आहोत !
    त्यांना समजत नाही, आम्ही एका मलमल आडच्या कैदेत राहतो.
    या निळ्या कपडाआडची कैद..
    कोंदट. कुबट. आखूड. परीघ आखून दिलेली कैद.
    जाळीच्या चौकटीतून दिसेल तितकं जग बघत आम्ही जगतोय…
    हो, पण सुरक्षित.
    या बुरख्या आड दडलेली मी अफगाण स्त्री.
    एकाच का? आम्ही अशा कितीतरी…
    अफगाण स्त्रिया…
    इन्शाआल्ला…एक दिवस नक्की असा येईल,
    ज्या दिवशी हा बुरखा गळून पडेल.

    हो मीच ती,
    बुरख्याआड दडलेली अफगाण स्त्री…
    तुमच्या स्मरणात राहीन?


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