
The Only Lonely Woman
And even Tommy, the little cat
hides herself from the cold
in the pile of clothes,
so I don’t hear her
saying, mew, mew.
And even Tommy, the little cat
hides herself from the cold
in the pile of clothes,
so I don’t hear her
saying, mew, mew.
The sun shines
Again I am in the desert with my cows and donkeys
I will name her Rose
And call her Rain
Imagine your life in a dark room. Imagine a young bride aged twelve behind the curtains, helpless and lost in the first days after her wedding.
For a man it is a dream to have a young teenage bride, a wife who is fresh like an apple, a girl whom he can play with, plan her dreams, her future, and her destiny as if she were a toy.
Last night, the stars sang you their goodnight song
whispered bye-bye and see you soon.
Moments bloom when you look at me,
your lovely teeth like pearls in the ocean
when you smile.
She looked into my eyes and said,
“Forgive yourself. You are the daughter of love,
The voice of love and passion.
You are the arms of tolerance.”
When readers from all over the world read my words, I am understood as a woman. When Afghans work together to bring peace in Afghanistan, love catches me.