
The Station
Like my hands
and my bag,
the station is empty,
and the train is leaving
Like my hands
and my bag,
the station is empty,
and the train is leaving
All of this is forbidden to say and if any man
Catches me writing I will be stoned
I must write, raising my voice the way my teacher said
A girl will be happy when her father buys her a doll
and her mother wears a nice dress and combs her hair.
How can a girl be sad with a life like that?
Sumaia was born in Mashhad, Iran. She lived in Iran until she was 13 and her family returned to their province in northern Afghanistan.
During our New Year’s week—the spring equinox—we have some very old traditional programs for Mazar people.