Change Begins at Home


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
and die—naturally.

Child of War


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 My Night

dark room with candles

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.

Dad, I Miss You

father and child

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 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