Oh mother city
City of love and mercy
How long must you carry this sorrow
This pain in your chest
Daily they kill your citizens
How broken
Your heart is with sorrow
How large your grief
Oh my poor city
Brutality goes on and on
Death, murder in your streets
You witness the genocide of your children
I smell fresh blood all over you
Feel your pain in my bones
Your green dress is red now
Your happy face is faded away
All I can do for you is pray
Asking God for a better destiny
By Shafiqa
Photo by Joe Calton
Dear Shafiqa
Your beautifully written poem is so moving, so heart-breaking. When I read it I feel your pain and your city’s pain, and all of your people’s deep, long, suffering. Please know you are remembered, cared about, that all over the world, even as far as New Zealand, other hearts are aching with yours, and other tears are flowing with yours, because of your courage to write so honestly. Thankyou.
Dear Shafiqa,
“I smell fresh blood all over you” – the most harrowing image in a strong poem. This focuses the horror. We pray along with you.
Thanks for the reminder.
I feel like your poem is a silent scream. You tell us your feelings, we can see your pain through the words, we can see the horror through sentences. I feel like i touched your inside, you express yourself for everyone to understand. So i don’t know you, you don’t know me. But i understood. And i want you to know that you are not alone, we’re all here, we believe in you, you are very impressive, and you deserve the best
This is very impressive. You are very impressive by your writing. So truly i tell you, you are talented and i will always be convinced of that. If you ever feel down, you know that on this earth, there is one person who believes (and none will ever change my mind) that you are talented
“Feel your pain in my bones
Your green dress is red now”
I really like your way of describing the images of the Kabul. It makes me feel the city vivid. I could know the sense of incapability for you to save your city and the strong willing to devote yourself for Kabul. No one want to see the things most important in your life become worse and worse every day. Be more confident and insist on your writing to let more people know your situation. Thank you.
Dear Shafiqa,
The imagery you use in this poem is very powerful. I like how you compare Kabul to a mother and its citizens as her children. The poem becomes even more powerful when you talk about Kabul’s pain. I especially like the line, “Your green dress is red now.” Green is a color normally associated with life and red is a color that can be associated with blood. It does a good job of showing how violence has tainted Kabul. Thank you for writing this poem. It’s a very powerful piece of writing and it helps raise awareness to what’s happening in Kabul.
Dear Shafiqa,
It is terrible what is happening to the city of Kabul which you love and call home. The imagery that you use in this poem is very powerful in describing the horrors that have happened in your home city. You outline problems such as the genocide of children, the breaking of bones, and the stains of blood which personify your home city in a way that your readers can gain in an insight as to how your are feeling during times of difficulty when your home is getting attacked. Another great example of your powerful imagery would be when you describe how the city of Kabul which originally had a green dress now turned red which has more than one meaning. You explain how it changed from positive to negative and how it is also covered with blood which has the color of red. The last two lines of your poem do an amazing job of showing that you still have signs of hope for your beloved city and hope indeed is what will help you through difficult times like these. Poems like these are critical for improving the future as they help raise awareness of very real and ongoing problems in many areas. I hope you continue to raise awareness by writing beautiful poems such as the poem of Mama Kabul. Thank you for sharing your experiences.
Dear Shafiqa,
Your poem is filled with meaning and power. I cannot even begin to imagine the pain and suffering that you and the people of Kabul must be experiencing. I admire your courage to write with such honesty and acknowledge that it must have been difficult for you to reflect upon and remember these times. However, the way you utilize imagery and other literary devices, really strengthens your message and I liked your writing style. I love how you use the colors green and red to symbolize the transition from the peace and innocence that Kabul was once filled with, to the violence and pain, it is now plagued of. Your writing shines through this violence and acts as a tool to not only spread awareness of these heartbreaking circumstances but to also remind us of the beautiful city Kabul once was. What is happening to your city is truly terrible, but the last two lines of your poem demonstrate that there is always hope, and it is this hope that helps us get through the toughest of times. I would like to thank you for writing this great piece of literature and hope that you continue to raise awareness and write about your experiences.
Shafiqa-
This poem might genuinely be one of my favorites I’ve ever come across. You illustrate the city of Kabul and its condition so well and allowed me to feel the emotions I think you might have felt when writing this. Having grown up in a completely different environment, I know that I truly don’t have a personal connection to Kabul, but your way with words lets me understand the kind of desperation and despair stemming from this poem. As heartbreaking as the meaning is, I took a liking to the line “your green dress is red now” — the way hundreds of little images rushed to my mind hit me hard. I too write poems, and I tend to struggle with wording my lines to have them express exactly what I’m thinking at the moment. I doubt I’m even qualified to comment on your writing, but I think you have so much talent as a writer. Moreover, Mama Kabul reads as a source of inspiration for many people, acknowledging the desperate sort of situation you might be in. I hope that you can continue to voice your thoughts and write in your beautiful style, and I pray alongside you from the bottom of my heart for a better destiny for both you and Kabul.
Thank you so much,
Shyama Bharath
This is a very beautiful poem what it trie to tell us is the reality, which is very sad and heartbreaking. Kids from this land that “you” raised are killing each other, How sad is that I can’t even feel you’re is crying for your kids. What you try to tell us especially the people in Kabul is very meaningful, these are very good knowledge to help people in the “unconscious” to realize what have they done. It might bring peace to this land, thank you for sharing.
Dear Shafiqa,
I can feel your pain by reading your poem. All the imagery (sensations) you use is so picturesque and dynamic, I can imagine in my brain what grief Kabul is experiencing now. A few days ago, I read a poem called Kabul; by that poet’s descriptions, I would not think all the sorrows are taking place in Kabul (he described Kabul as similar to a paradise). When you are using personification by referring to Kabul as a mother, “Your green dress is red now” hits me so hard. All the green landscape in Kabul becomes bloody sights, I am sorry about what happened in your hometown. I hope God will hear your prayers, and I will pray with you as well; maybe a better future will come soon! Never give up on yourself before that future arrives, I am always here with you!
Dear Shafiqa,
Your poem is very meaningful. I never could really understand poems but I understood every single phrase because I could see the meanings behind them. I can tell you spent a lot of time on this and thanks for sharing it with us! The pain and suffering that you and the people of Kabul went through is very tough, and writing this poem that reflects the hardships of your life must’ve been very difficult for you. I really like what you did with the colors, and the ending made me a bit emotional. In the end I”m really glad I choosed to read your poem and I hope that your prayers come true!