Mrs. Beautiful and Mr. Nice

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I have to hear you man!
I am not a mistake
Of course I make a mistake
You too. We are human.

My Father My Hero

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For the daughter, her Dad is the first hero—
the man who never cheats her, the man who trusts her,
and gives everything without regret.

Afghan Woman

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I walk into a room—the darkest room.
A man is there. Who is he? I wonder.
He is not the one of my dreams.

War

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To buy his family’s safety, your father spends every Afghani
he has saved for the last 30 years. Your mother sells
her jewelry.

A Lonely Rain

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Me and my loneliness. An empty world.

Flood Is on the Way

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The thunder threatens,
rapes the women who live this war.

Once in a While

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Come. Be like the stars—
Start a new life full of love
for our homeland,
for our children who live here.

Black

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Black is when you want to say something, but don’t.

In Lament of Gaza

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Gaza sinks in blood, but the world community is glad.
Arab leaders keep silent—slaves of the West.

Good Morning, Madar Jaan!

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Azadi is the name of my unborn daughter,
the perfume of love in my poem’s dress.