The Rain

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Some days ago, it was my cousin’s birthday, and I had to travel to my sister’s office, as we both had to go and buy cake.

Don’t Let Mother Know

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Do pray for me
For I will die.
Nothing is left
Bye bye.

Hands

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Hands make my frigid winter warm,
change my dry desert to sweet-scented roses
light the dark sky till it’s full of star shine,
and then, write me a song of love

To Today’s Man from Today‘s Woman

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Today’s women are educated
We’re skilled in technology
We are doctors and we can treat you now!

Promise

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I am not promising
I will not change

I Think…

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The whoop of waterfalls
The crinkles of the leaves that fall from trees and lie underfoot
All of this is about being in love

I Am Farkhunda

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The faces of murderers are red, the street, the weather, the soil is red
I dream I am a teacher

I Moan

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How long will we write about the
suffering of Afghan women?
When will it stop?

Farkhunda’s Force

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Calling themselves patrons of Islam
They were men
Mark them forever as traitors

I Am Sorry, My Sister

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I want to write your name in red
with black coal: Marta-yer Farkhunda.
We will rename the Shah do Shamshera
Farkhunda Road to honor your memory