Roya was born in Kabul and remained in Afghanistan during the Taliban period. She hopes to continue her education and eventually gain a masters degree. She wants to be a poet.
If I Don’t Write
February 1, 2011 14 Comments
I asked my soul last night,
“What happens to you if you don’t write?”
My soul was in deep thought…
My Crazy Room
January 16, 2011 2 Comments
There’s my childhood with my dolls
And the small truck I pulled on the floor
The smell of food coming from the kitchen
My Shadow
December 4, 2010 1 Comment
You are my golden sky after the storm
And my strength.
You are unique in this world.
Forgive Me, River!
November 16, 2010 4 Comments
As we went further I was amazed at the big rocks in the river, and the river hugging the mountain. We found a small park with some tall trees next to the river. In their shadow we sat on the lawn. The sound of the water was exactly like a love song.
Sorry
November 9, 2010 2 Comments
You left, and my eyes followed you.
All of my body had eyes to look at you
And all of my cells were hands to hug you.
Museum of Memories
October 25, 2010 4 Comments
When I see my childhood clothes I remember my sunburned face and the pain of my nose when I washed it with warm water.
Highways
October 12, 2010 2 Comments
I want to have my poetry book / In the front seat of the car / And wear glasses that will let / Me see all men / Changed to women. / I don’t care who says what.
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