
In my girlish dreams
I am waiting for a name
Name of Arash
Who will discover my heart?

Can she go to school?
No I will not let them
Destroy her dreams. I will fight
for my little angel, and my other sisters in my land

Farah is a special place for me—
a small and lovely city with kind, helpful people.
There is no electricity, but there is love.

Yes, these are the voices of those desperate and hopeful Afghan women
Who were tomboys in childhood, but when they grew up instead of a pen they got a baby in their hands