The Gift

I didn’t know you were wise
or who you were working so hard for.
I understood later.
I think now of all the pain
in your heart.

Ah! My father!
You live in this world
with dejected, sleepless eyes.
A tired body.
Hands, hardened and wounded,

warm, but not soft.
You always lived for us!
When I didn’t have comforts,
you never stopped working, nights, days.
Your world filled with hopes for me.

Your faith in my future
was the gift you brought from your homeland.
Ah, how I longed to see
a smile from your heart.
But life never let you.

By Zahra A.

Photo: Shah Marai/AFP/Getty Images


  1. Zahra A – I am sitting here crying, feeling all of the pain, but even more so, all of the love that your poem expresses.

  2. Jo Nelson says:

    Beautiful, Zahra.

  3. Zahra jan, it is an honor & a pleasure to finally have this opportunity to read your poem. I have been knowing for a long time that you had a poem that was to be published by AWWP. I would like to know more about your respected father sometime. Is that really his foto above your poem?

  4. This is the bridge between you and the world, as experienced by writers who touch the heart. Different experiences. Same feelings.

  5. Ruqaiya Hazrati says:

    Zahra..! outstanding!

  6. Khairuddin Shirzad says:

    Zahrah! really outstanding poem, i appreciate your work.

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