Impossible Desire


I want to born again where I could live more simply;
where I would know the route for my life—
where I would be able to laugh and get excited
to ride a bicycle in the road,
in the rain.

Picture of Black and White


Mixed up with present, past, and future,
A question reflecting in my ear:
Who am I, who am I?

Beyond Love


Happiness knocked on my door
and my sorrows went away.
When you were born

I Am Farkhunda


The faces of murderers are red, the street, the weather, the soil is red
I dream I am a teacher



Make the love between us stay.
Don’t let it leave, please.


two children in winter

The wind was blowing, distributing her black and white hair coming out from her old scarf. She could hardly hear her children’s voices and their crying.

Heroines of the Hearth


When I was a child, stories about heroines and brave women were always astonishing to me, whether they were real, legends or fairy tales.

The Shadow of Fear

Four Talib

People were not paying much attention to the hand and it seemed as if it had been there for a few days because its color had changed to gray. My father told me not to look, but I had already seen it. I asked my father why it had been cut off.

A Monster’s Tale

Osama bin Laden

It was a timeless autumn, the day the sky darkened. People worried it was not a good sign. The sound of the wind was so loud, the sun disappeared. Soon, the people learned a monster had come to occupy the land.

My Smile

smiling woman with baby

I collected bullet casings from my yard and used them in my games. I made toys from pieces of cotton and wood and played with them. It never occurred to me children in another part of the world were playing with modern toys and dolls. I was a happy and cheerful girl.