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.
I asked my soul last night,
“What happens to you if you don’t write?”
My soul was in deep thought…
There’s my childhood with my dolls
And the small truck I pulled on the floor
The smell of food coming from the kitchen
I would have the world of luck
in my foolish pockets.
You are my golden sky after the storm
And my strength.
You are unique in this world.
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.
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.
When I see my childhood clothes I remember my sunburned face and the pain of my nose when I washed it with warm water.