My Allah
One person kills himself
A generation dies
Afghan Fables: The Handless Man
Suddenly, from the corner of the street, another man emerged whose entire hand had been chopped off. The first man began to scream and shout: “Wey, wey, wey.”
Shame on Taliban
I don’t want you to put a stone on my grave
You killed me with stones
I Would Wear Sunglasses If I Could Drive
Men try to block women who drive on the street. Children make noises and people open the windows to see such a strange sight.
My Soul Is Alive
Covered with the gray burqa
I wonder why I said no to them
Why I thought myself powerful
Nameless Identity
I have my poetry books
I understand the language of tears
My eyes, ears, feelings are alive
Empty Minutes
There is the messy table full of papers,
my teacup half empty,
the coffee spoiled.
Hope
Hope!
My lovely friend
Take my hands
I want to live
Afghan Fables: Ali and Wali
Once upon a time there were two very close friends who died for each other. One was named named Ali and the other was Wali.