
Fairytale
Families stay warm around the wood heaters, the cozy sandali
Sweet conversations with a cup of Afghan green tea
Families stay warm around the wood heaters, the cozy sandali
Sweet conversations with a cup of Afghan green tea
Most of the places in my motherland are also white from the snow, but the color of my motherland’s heart is black now.
Men are busy with snow shoveling and women cook hot meals to welcome them home. They ration spring and summer wood to provide fuel and food through the long season.
Some people are rich, some people are poor.
Outside it is very bright, everywhere is white.
I know how cold it is
How dangerous it is for you
To walk out into the snow
Without a warm coat, or shoes or socks
Open your eyes
Think so deep
The sky is dark
The ground is white
Snow-covered hills near Band-e Amir remake this province into the largest skiing area in Afghanistan.
Near our house, a ten-year-old boy sells maize
His face is innocent and kind
His eyes are sinless and curious
He is smart and spry
Watching the snow fall is calming even when the news is bad.