Hope
When you come to me
Bring a pair of eyes
So that I can see the world differently
Dream Tree
Anyone passing by can sit
Under the dream tree
In this quiet space
Their wounds will heal
Impossible Desire
I want to born again where I could live more simply;
where I would know the route for my life—
where I would be able to laugh and get excited
to ride a bicycle in the road,
in the rain.
Picture of Black and White
Mixed up with present, past, and future,
A question reflecting in my ear:
Who am I, who am I?
Beyond Love
Happiness knocked on my door
and my sorrows went away.
When you were born
I Am Farkhunda
The faces of murderers are red, the street, the weather, the soil is red
I dream I am a teacher
Trouble
Make the love between us stay.
Don’t let it leave, please.
Lost
The wind was blowing, distributing her black and white hair coming out from her old scarf. She could hardly hear her children’s voices and their crying.
Heroines of the Hearth
When I was a child, stories about heroines and brave women were always astonishing to me, whether they were real, legends or fairy tales.