cell phones

I feel lost
Among strangers
With all the differences
Seems like no one knows my language
No one understands my words

I feel lost
Between high buildings
Unknown streets
Quiet towns
Even a map can’t help me anymore

In this mechanized world
I spend hours at the computer
With homework, classes, communication
While people walk quietly around
No talking, no laughter
Here, everyone lives in their imaginary world

I feel homesick for the
Crowded streets of Kabul
For the loud voice of the potato seller in the alley
And the whispering of the big children on the roads
Even for the neighbor’s lullaby at midnight
I feel lost.

By Kamilah

Kamilah is currently studying abroad on scholarship.