After the arrival of the Taliban, life changed. My mother had to stay at home and she lost her income and all of her independence.
It is mothers who keep the secrets of
Her children in her heart.
Haya is a medical student in Afghanistan and she wants to write a novel.
Sometimes I think this inequality will go on forever. Will a time come when we will be treated as equals?
When her heart rips apart
she walks off into a donkey skin.
She add wings to her shoulders
prepares to fly away
Hajar spent her childhood as an immigrant in Iran and her family returned to Afghanistan when she was eleven. She wants to be a filmmaker.
My indisposed body desires red wine
to pour into a head filled with memories of you.
It wants to burn a cigarette and watch
as such beauty strikes the darkness.
I gazed on the title of a book about someone
I had tried so hard to imitate.
I swallowed all the words
Sending them to remote corners of my brain.
If I had my own life painted by an artist, I think I might choose Jackson Pollock.