Burning Farkhunda, Burning Our Beliefs


It sounded ridiculous to me—a woman in Kabul, daring to burn our Qur’an?

My Untouched Soul


He came to marry me
To buy me a necklace
An Arabic golden ring.

Zemestan hay Kabul!


Winters in Kabul were so cold. But more than the cold, winter was like the season of disaster and madness.

Do Not End This Poem


I am taller than my book of poems
And heavier for burying so many stories

Heart of a Warrior


She looks out at you, abroad, in your newspapers,
from your websites, and she knows you are looking

Chai Sia


Inside the kitchen,
sitting in front of the boiling water,
My heart is boiling together with stress, and his voice
Cuts my senses with a sharp knife.

Violence Can Never Bring Peace


Taliban, you make my body a shell empty from the inside.

Shame on Taliban


Cowardly Taliban prove once again – through the tragedy in Peshawar – what the world already knows about them. Their evil acts are inhuman and uncivilized.

Cradle of Violence


What do we need to do to lessen violence in Afghan society? If violence ends, will there still be a country called Afghanistan?

For Our President


Be loyal, wise, and we
will support you through
all. You have given hope
to the eyes of the old,
the eyes of the child.