In My Girlish Dreams

shadows

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

My World

full moon in clouds

The nights were calm
With a shining moon
My head on my mom’s arm

My Little Angel

Masooma's sister

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

Where Is the Peace?

kabul-bombing

Peace is a green world in my mind
Happy children in the alleys
White pigeons in a quiet jungle

The Lovely Province

village in farah province

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

Searching

jungle

I
am searching for you
in the sky, in the stars’ wedding

Wishes

chris-armstrong-ocean

Time doesn’t know the value of friendship
Or the value of tears in the sea

Magic Words

protesting women

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

An Orphan’s Hope

young girl with doll

I wish
a warm house
tranquility, a morsel of bread,
and good memories
were our destiny.

My Dear Mom

bird-in-meadow

I was here:
when you went to bring me food,
when you left home with your white sandals