When I close my eyes,
I feel what you felt when you were beaten
I feel the ache of every stone on my head
Cold blood on my face
I hear the sound of hundreds beating me
and the crowd smothering me
I cannot breathe
I see everything in red
The faces of murderers are red, the street, the weather, the soil is red
I dream I am a teacher
in front of a black board
explaining something to students
I dream I am at home
together with my family
eating lunch
Then everything is dark, dark like night
I lose consciousness, the aches decrease
the sounds disappear
Just one question echoes: what was my sin?
There is a big gap in my heart
Rest in peace dear Farkhunda, released from this cruel community
They never understand a woman’s feelings
You flew like an angel
We remain with all the murderers
By Farida
Hi
thank you for posting this it made me feel as if there are people out there who care. Together we can get justice for farkhonda and her family no one deserves such torture