Daughter of My Motherland


They called me bawdy and humiliating
And they rejected me
Because I wrote clearly
The words that should be written

Biking on the Streets of Kabul


On our second group bike ride in Darlaman, an old man stopped us. All of us were scared, but he told us: “You girls raise Afghanistan’s flag.”

When I Was Six

young girl in pink

Mom my slippers got holes
My feet are hurting
Be quiet my dear
We’ll be there soon