This story began from me
Me as a woman
Me as a daughter
Me as a mother
I am an Afghan woman

I am an incomplete puzzle in my land
I am an Afghan woman

My name is in the books
You see me on TV
Beaten, burned, and killed
This is me—
A writer, a fighter, and a mother
An Afghan woman
Who writes poems, stories
Read me, know me
I lost myself
I am locked in by a chain of rules
Who am I?

I can see injustice
I can hear false words about me
But I cannot speak
I am a silent woman
Who knows everything but can’t do anything
I am a candle that burns slow from sorrow
I am a woman

Invisible but still alive
I am known as an other
I cradle the world as a mother

by Shogofa