Afghan Women's Writing Project
Suddenly I heard a voice in darkness. I was amazed – who could have found me?
Your mother wants to hug you
Your wife waits for you
Must your power come
By killing your brothers?
Today, you go to school.
Tomorrow, you’ll want ride a bicycle.
That’s what I don’t like.
The young woman looked for her husband every day on the streets, but she could not find him.
I am your orphan, miss you now,
my dear angel.
I am a leaf, fallen from a tree.
Everyone has forgotten me,
missing my mother
she lit my day
and charmed my night
she tapped my cradle all the night
Your wise, clever eyes
gave birth to freshness
in my heart thick with fog.
Open the door,
and I will be, I can
become a success.
Nelab was born in 1997 and attends eleventh grade in an eastern city in Afghanistan. She says: “I want to be the voice of Afghan women and show the world Afghan women can do anything.”
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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