Nowruz brings the warm spring,
making everywhere green and beautiful as paradise
New life starts

Trust an empty soil and it will grow a flower for you
whether or not you’ve seeded it.
Trust is the origin of nature.

Violence burns like a piece of wood in the wood stove
Hidden under the blue scarf, her eyes are black with hot shouting

I wish for a road full of orange leaves to walk on and think of time.
Blue sky makes me happy. I can hear the fall say hello with yellow leaves.

Summer in Kabul is too hot to fast, but we have to accept it.
I am thirsty in Ramazan summer; I think about water.
I enjoy the shade, the quiet Ramazan afternoons.