There is something to share…
There is something to tell…
but always a wall in front of me
After that I relax / On the ground under the pear tree / And nap. / There is nothing new. / Tomorrow it is the same.
I wish Afghanistan was not a country / But instead a dry land / And no one lived in it. / I wish my country was not my love / I suffer from its pains.
I won’t come back / I won’t come back / It makes no difference if I die / It makes no difference if all of you forget me / I won’t come back to you
Sweetheart! / Kind sun, I cannot forget / your first words, / melting with love, passion / spoken to me / in colors and with flowers.
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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