Love Is in Exile

shell

When my heart is knocked
I sneak under a shell
Close my eyes and
I weep for my heart

For Peshawar

peshawar-vigil

Your children are our children, our sons and daughters

Do Not End This Poem

pen-and-paper

I am taller than my book of poems
And heavier for burying so many stories

Distances Between Us

pomegranate-flower

Remembering you, I collected grenadine
I wanted to give you flowers
I loved your beautiful Ahoo eyes

For Bamiyan

band-e-amir-lake

Bamiyan, you are the best place I’ve ever seen.
Your beautiful green lands and hills
Your high, snow-capped mountains
Your highland villages with kind, hospitable people.

Boom

alarm-clock-in-hand

Boom! Boom! Boom! Afghanistan’s morning
Alarm clock rings

The World in My Imagination

eyes-closed

Some wear smiles
Some wear tears

Afghanistan My Poor Country

weapons-on-ground

Where we don’t know if a good bye
will be our last good bye

First Daughter, Part 2

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I feel thankful for my family believes in my dreams
My heart is full of joy

Don’t Embarrass Me

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Please don’t try to shake my hand
It is haram, Islam tells me
not to shake hands with men