Everything has its own taste—even water.
The taste of human rights is like a pomegranate that
cures people from sickness. And it
tastes like a salt that adds flavor to a recipe.

My soul is happy on this day.
I want myself to be seen like an eagle
flying over the mountain and
touching the sky while my eyes watch
everything on earth.

I want to see my country free of war.
I want to see my country free of the people who
ignore women’s speech.

By Aisha K.