In 2012, Pari took her children and fled to Turkey to apply for asylum. Almost four years later, she is still waiting for her case to be finalized.
A forty-three-year-old man was looking for a new young wife and he spoke to her brothers about Shafiqa. He already had a wife and ten children.
I dangle back and forth aimlessly
My pain is profound, too deep to be healed
Sorrow made its nest in my soul
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.
You were a lie, a ghost, a dream
Walking in a silent day
Why do you walk two steps ahead of me?
I am more powerful than you.