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My heart hurts
Living in this place
Worse than a prison

My heart hurts
Because I am not
Treated like a human

My heart hurts
Because I have no voice
In who I marry

I am accused of being unworthy
Lies about me spread
I am stoned, beaten, burned

This is not just the story
Of Farkhunda in Kabul
Rukhshana in Ghor

This is the story of thousands
Of women in Afghanistan
Their government does not listen or help

But I am rising
My powerful voice is louder
I write the truth with my golden pen

My heart hurts and I am poor
I stay in the dark corner
Of my house and cry

By Sharifa

Photo: Eric Kanalstein / UNAMA