Injured Soul


I dangle back and forth aimlessly
My pain is profound, too deep to be healed
Sorrow made its nest in my soul

Love Is in Exile


When my heart is knocked
I sneak under a shell
Close my eyes and
I weep for my heart

Sabera’s Story of Resistance


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.

Forgotten by God


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.

Defining the Women’s Vote in Afghanistan

elderly voter in herat

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.

Since You Left

girl with needle

You were a lie, a ghost, a dream
Walking in a silent day


woman and man

Why do you walk two steps ahead of me?
I am more powerful than you.

The Fourth Child

child in arms

Putting her right hand on her big belly she closes her eyes and prays, “You have to be a baby boy, please.”

Deserted by the Sun

sunrise over desert

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

Pens and Patience


Annals of time! beware!
We are women but not powerless, as you think