Brothers

four talib with rifles

Editor’s note: In current Afghan politics, the Taliban are often called the “brothers.”

When he cut the roots of my grape garden,
He said: “Die of hunger.”
When he closed the door of my school,
He said: “Die of ignorance.”
When he broke our 5,000-year-old Buddhas,
He said: “Die without a history.”
When he locked me in my home and my chador,
He screamed: “Die with no identity before your death!”

He made me feel and dream
Of the beauty of death
Of the peace in death
Of the comfort in death.

Then, the Hero came
He promised to save me, my identity and my dignity.
Now, when years have passed,
I see that the Hero lied
Since he calls that devil of death “Brother.”

By Safia R.

Photo by Ton Koene


Comments

  1. So very profound. So many punches, right to the core. Powerful work, Safia. Please keep writing. Stacy

  2. Dynamic work! This poem slices right to the gut. Fantastic words, Safia! Keep writing! ~Sybil

  3. A very powerful poem … in fact it is expressing what I had always felt. Proud of you Safia.

  4. Really, really nice poem. It packs so much into so few words and images. It amazes me to hear your voice across so much distance & I’m so grateful to be able to read AAWP.

  5. Safia,
    Your words reach very deep into my heart. Thank you for writing this poem.
    Pat

  6. Mahnaz Rezaie says:

    Now, when years have passed,
    I see that the Hero lied
    Since he calls that devil of death “Brother.”

    Powerful Sarcasm to Karzai for calling the Taliban as his brothers

    Beautiful Poem Safia jan

  7. Safia R that was great . keep to write , you have genus mind in writing.

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