Afghan Women's Writing Project
No matter, I’m hidden
Under my burqa.
I can still walk toward my dreams
The radio talks of successful women.
It talks of women in Parliament.
It talks of girls going to school.
Hearing this good news brings me hope.
Uneducated, like most here,
In my poor province,
They cannot know
the woman as a human
In the village of life.
This story began from me
Me as a woman
Me as a daughter
Me as a mother
I am an Afghan woman
My speech is written
by my pen on white paper.
I cherish the beauty of my dreams,
The beauty of my mind,
I know a woman
Who is not allowed to go to school.
She lives as a prisoner
she appeared immodest.
How can I shout
when my mouth is closed, lest strangers hear me.
The best happiness you can give your children is to love their mother, always and everywhere. Stop the harassment and violence against women.
Let’s move together,
and fight for our rights.
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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