I Am an Afghan Woman


This story began from me
Me as a woman
Me as a daughter
Me as a mother
I am an Afghan woman

Peace Is a Dream in My Land

bombing aftermath

I lost my pen in blood.
I lost my knowledge in ignorance.
I lost my way in a street filled with dead bodies.

Now, I Know

mother and baby

Now I know how you fought for education,
how you struggled to carry love and peace
in a world dedicated to hatred and warfare.

Away from You

orange moon

When you feel lost you will find me in the sky
An orange moon.

My Afghan People

death 2013-04-04

My people, my Afghan people
The world is watching


two on mountain

The beautiful universe surrounding us
unable to express our feelings
we heard our heart’s voices

Hands to Hold

holding hands under burqas

There are people to look at you,
But who has eyes to see into your heart.

Little Flowers

14 girls

Our colors and scents will
turn our land beautiful.

The Window

Woman in red shawl by window

Looking from my room’s window.
I see how my life is passing
But my days and nights the same

My Parents’ Dream Was an Education for Me


My mother was the principal of a girl’s high school. She filled our house with books and made it beautiful by teaching my two brothers, two sisters, and me.