Yet I love this city, not because I grew up and studied here, but because it is lovely, yeah it is. It may sound weird to you, but for me it has been always stunning: Kabul nights, juma Friday prayers, small bazaars with narrow roads and crowds of people, yellow and white taxis with their storyteller drivers, folklore music that you can hear in every shop or restaurant, Kabul mornings that always begin with noise and cheers. Kabul is simply awesome.
my dreams which never come true, / my power that has always been ignored, / my voice which is never heard by this deaf universe, / my rights which have never been counted, / my life decisions which are always made by others. / Oh my destiny, give me the answer, what am I for in this universe?
“He said if I marry him, he will let my mom and sister live in his house and will support us financially and pay for Mom’s treatment. But it doesn’t end there—he wants me to stop going to school! I will marry this guy anyway. I cannot wait for my imaginary prince about whom I wrote my poems. My mom doesn’t have much time before she will lose her vision.
I love you / I love you so much that / as long as I am alive / I will be waiting for you. / There is no day in my life that passes / without thinking of you. / It is not that I can live without you / I even don’t want to try.
In the Western World, Muslim women are seen as oppressed and passive. Most think that Muslim women’s rights are violated according to Islamic law. Wearing a hijab doesn’t make a woman passive because scarf covers the head, not in the minds, of Muslim women.
We were stuck in traffic and a strange silence fell among the three of us. I looked out at the many people in the cars and walking on the streets. I thought every single one of these people is struggling with problems. I wished we could all get together and trust each other to solve the problems.