Women in Afghanistan have to stand up and help themselves.
I want to live my life like a tree—
grow without limitation,
bloom with no explanation, regulation
Every boom reminded me how I spent my entire beautiful childhood in a war, how we hid under the basement stairs, crying and in hopeless fear of the Taliban.
Tonight is a night for poetry, love, and honesty.
I have my candle, my deep, dark night and
the lonely moon in a big sky.
I’m Proud to be your daughter.
I have a long way to go,
but you are in my heart, in my soul.
You guide me on my journey
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 how you fought for education,
how you struggled to carry love and peace
in a world dedicated to hatred and warfare.
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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