The Flawed Trial of Farkhunda’s Killers

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I fear that the real leaders in the murder of Farkhunda will never be tried.

Hands

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Hands make my frigid winter warm,
change my dry desert to sweet-scented roses
light the dark sky till it’s full of star shine,
and then, write me a song of love

Farkhunda’s Force

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Calling themselves patrons of Islam
They were men
Mark them forever as traitors

The New Fears in Kabul

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The difference between Afghan police and the brutal Taliban is little but their uniform.

Love Song of Winter

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The winter came with
singing and dancing
bringing the message of peace

In Lament of Gaza

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Gaza sinks in blood, but the world community is glad.
Arab leaders keep silent—slaves of the West.

A Tale of Two Teenagers: Malala and Anisa

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My heart breaks; my eyes weep; my body is burned out for our Afghan girls who are losing their lives in the fight for girls’ rights in Afghanistan.

I Apologize

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I apologize not because I am a weak person,
or because I am shy,
or powerless, or immature, or poor.

The Conservative Jihad on our Media

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By declaring jihad against the media, women will continue to be repressed, but without the world knowing.

Islam and the Anti-Violence Law

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People always argue that Islam says a man can marry four wives, but they don’t know circumstances under which God gave this permission.