Editor’s note: This poem was written for this year’s International Day of the Girl.
The only dream—the only one
I have in my life is to have
a daughter—to love her,
to love her like myself—a daughter
I, her mother, will listen to.
The day she is born, I will hold
a big ceremony, welcome
my angel, as she steps into my life—
my little fairy.
I will name her Rose,
call her Rain.
It will be a glorious moment—
when she arrives, opens her eyes. The Sun
will shine happiness into my dark life.
I will become the happy sparrow,
and dance in a line, across the balcony.
I will protect her, stand beside
and behind her, when she is in need.
Her words will be cherished.
I will listen to her, be her shadow.
I will keep her beautiful, like a bride.
With my tears, I will guarantee that she
will have her choice. I will allow her
to do her best.
Her words will not be forbidden.
I will celebrate her existence.
She will be an angel.
be an angel.
Photo by US Embassy, Kabul; graphic by Blatman Design.