
Orphans of My Country
They call me an orphan,
A little girl in an old dress.
They call me an orphan,
A little girl in an old dress.
My eyes are open all night
Recalling the knock on the door
When you came for my dad.
I dream
of equal rights for the women of my nation
I dream of a peaceful land
Let me whisper to you
I am a little bride
I was born into a place where my voice shouldn’t be heard
Give me my pen to write my dream
A dream of freedom
A dream of carrying my school bag
A dream of becoming a leader
I am hidden.
I shout, but no one hears
me inside the home.
Nahid W. was born in a northeastern province of Afghanistan in 1993 but grew up in a neighboring country as a refugee from the wars. She has been drawing since she was six years old. She is studying business.
My knowledge is stronger than your gun
I burned under the burqa.
No one could see my tears