
My Mother, My Hero
Your future can only be built by your hand
Not by other people or men’s words
Your future can only be built by your hand
Not by other people or men’s words
It is mothers who keep the secrets of
Her children in her heart.
The youngest son is two,
The oldest is nine.
Hear my story if you dare!
Some shop for new clothes to buy their children
I shop for soap to wash the old clothes
We are alone in a broad world
We are homeless birds
I am a girl with a pen in my hand
I write from my beloved country
She has no identity, no value.
If a woman has value, it is because of her body.
A half-figure with a fake smile.
I know that peace starts with a smile.
No home is safe for me.
Always I am in danger.