Calling themselves patrons of Islam
They were men
Mark them forever as traitors
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
How much violence can I tolerate?
What kind of sin is worth such brutality?
I am discouraged about our future
Spring, the beauty of life
Spring, the start of planned tasks
Spring, the reminder to forget bad memories
Toward the sky’s half-light with stars shining
Slowly your kind face appeared
I saw myself draw close
Stability comes from struggle
Feelings come from faith
Politeness comes from family
Parents come from destiny
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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