The Blood of Afghans Cry and Mourn
Some nations have airplanes
Birds and other skyward creatures
But Afghans live with blood flying
Through clouds and countryside
Mama Kabul
Oh mother city
City of love and mercy
How long must you carry this sorrow
Hope
When you come to me
Bring a pair of eyes
So that I can see the world differently
Dream Tree
Anyone passing by can sit
Under the dream tree
In this quiet space
Their wounds will heal
Let You and Me
We can see the moon among clouds
We can bring it out
If we stretch out the hand of peace
If we open the mouth of love
We can split the sky
Letter to a Bird
Dear bird you sweet lover
Spring will come
Open your wings and fly
Peace
If a peaceful feeling
grows in your body,
you can build your life and
a world with love.
Hear My Cry
What is there to write that can make
The world listen
Should I talk about immigration?
About all those injured
Killed in Kabul’s attack!
In My Country
No lane is named after a woman
Yet the houses lining these streets
Are crowded with women who suffer