When my heart is knocked
I sneak under a shell
Close my eyes and
I weep for my heart
Sabera’s tragic life doesn’t fit onto one or two blank sheets of paper. But I admire her ambition to continue life despite so many traumas.
Masouma, living in the Turkish city of Nevsehir, recalls how when she and her family arrived in Turkey after passing through the dangerous mountains, they hoped for a better life than what they had in Iran.
If women voted independently—and were they to choose the candidate who promised to improve women’s rights and develop the country—everything could change.
Putting her right hand on her big belly she closes her eyes and prays, “You have to be a baby boy, please.”
When I think of the days you shined on me,
how happy I was to be in a small house
happy to run off sometimes
Holding her beloved’s hand the couple left for Ahmad’s house in the countryside. His family was large and they all lived together in a huge house.
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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