Once upon a time, I walked on the clouds, talked
to the moon, listened to the stars, laughed with the sun,
jumped up and down with the rain drops
into a deep ocean
God’s Tears
October 16, 2014 5 Comments
The First and Last Slap
May 12, 2014 2 Comments
In Afghanistan, the lazy students sit at the back of class where the teachers do not pay attention to them, and I sat with them on the floor.
Kamilah introduction
May 5, 2014 1 Comment
Kamilah was born in a small village in Ghazni province in 1993. She started school after the Taliban and finished elementary school in Kabul. She went to secondary school for four years in Bamiyan province where her father worked. She finished high school in Kabul in 2008 and she now studies international relations in a university in Kabul. Kamilah says: “I want to be an ambassador to bring peace between two countries. I want a green world with happy people.”
She Is …
March 13, 2014 6 Comments
She is not a commodity to be hidden,
under black Hijab.
Worthless people do not know the worth
of others.
Heaven Doesn’t Need a Key
February 20, 2014 10 Comments
The key is within you.
Open Heaven’s door with love,
With kindness, honesty.
Find paradise where you are.
An Afghan Girl Educates Herself (part 2)
January 9, 2014 10 Comments
Now my younger sisters will not be forced to marry a man who sees women only as feeble-minded, second-class citizens or weak members of society.
An Afghan Girl Educates Herself (part 1)
January 6, 2014 7 Comments
The Mullah laughed and turned to the girls and teased: “Oh, I will see how you girls will go to school!”
Nelson Mandela, an Inspirational Hero
December 16, 2013 3 Comments
I have wanted to go to South Africa ever since reading about Nelson Mandela’s hard work for peace and his anti apartheid movement.
My Little Princess
November 14, 2013 6 Comments
I am going to draw your dreams in Baba’s big rocks
Your smiling face in Buddha’s visage
We will laugh out loud
Shout
Holler and hoot
I Feel Lost
October 28, 2013 4 Comments
I feel homesick for the
Crowded streets of Kabul
For the loud voice of the potato seller in the alley
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