
Hear Me the World
The youngest son is two,
The oldest is nine.
Hear my story if you dare!
The youngest son is two,
The oldest is nine.
Hear my story if you dare!
The innocents live a life
That begins with words like explosion, attack, death
And ends suddenly, conclusively.
Newspapers never specify an age
When he was very young and had lost his father. His mother, my grandmother, was taking care of their eight children.
Farahnaz attended high school in Afghanistan. Her family left Afghanistan during the Taliban to go as refugees to Iran, then Pakistan, so their children could go to school. She continues her higher education outside the country, and hopes to return to bring opportunities to Afghanistan, especially for women.
Fear is my friend, love a secret I will not whisper.
“The walls have mice and mice have ears.”
Outside the café window
fall heavy drops of rain to hide
a thousand mysteries,
a thousand sorrowful stories.
Mom my slippers got holes
My feet are hurting
Be quiet my dear
We’ll be there soon
You had a German cheese with bread
It gave me ideas about Germany
After that day I always looked forward to your class
I stand tall and promise my new year resolution
I will end this lonely moment
I shiver but no one is there to give their coat