Your life, beside me, I bloom
Kiss my hands with kindness
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What should I write about Afghan women?
Their lives or deaths
Dreams or nightmares
Happiness or sadness
Her skin stained with bruises
Her mind fills with clouds
Her face blue with punches
She is an unusual flower on the ground
A girl will be happy when her father buys her a doll
and her mother wears a nice dress and combs her hair.
How can a girl be sad with a life like that?
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.
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