For Rukhshana!
Every stone thrown at your
Innocent body
Breaks our country
Our Tears Fall
The tears fall
Drop
by drop
by drop.
The Mask of Jihad
Rather than using the religious terminology, we Afghan people must work together along with the government to find solutions for the problems of corruption. We cannot remove corruption with Jihad, Allah Akbar, and Alhamdulillah.
I Wish You Knew How I Loved You, My Brother
I sat on the back of my father’s old bicycle in my burqa with a lunchbox full of bolani in my hands.
I Wish You Knew How I Loved You, My Brother
I sat on the back of my father’s old bicycle in my burqa with a lunchbox full of bolani in my hands.
Taliban! Leave My Country
You hid me under the blue burqa
You didn’t know, I became a fighter
Sad News in Kabul
One day it is Taliban; then it is ISIS
It is my heart full of hate; it is my loved ones who die
I Write
I write to the blind ears
I write. I don’t care
If you don’t read it
I write for my son
My Broom Sweeps the Dust
Mom looks at me and says,
“Daughter! You must work even harder
Because you will marry soon, very soon!”