Grandma’s Kitchen
2010-09-07 | No Comments ››Crowded as a fish market
With walls as white as a glass of milk
It is a place of love
Crowded as a fish market
With walls as white as a glass of milk
It is a place of love
Take the chance or leave it behind / Teeth on teeth, it is hard to breathe / Let a mirage take your hand / Stay on until the end, shaking your head
Continue Reading »Stop crying my heart
Be strong in this unfair world
Be strong… be strong
Today, again, I am alone / Lost with my memories / I sit in my office chair / Drink a glass of coffee / Listen to soft music…
Continue Reading »You are my best friend
You are my best pal
When I am disappointed you make me hopeful
In the palace there is a grave / The grave of a kind man / Where I empty my pains / It is my guest house / I rest on the soil / There is a picnic of my sorrows
Continue Reading »My heart beats while listening to my friends talk of Afghanistan and politics
My heart beats, but not from excitement.
From fear.
I want to fly in the sky far from this earth, / to make my own world there with the clouds. / I want to write my hope, my wishes on the white clouds, / I want to fly in the sky.
Continue Reading »I am a writer / An Afghan woman writer / But no one cares for my writings / No one reads them here / It is a crime / For a woman to write.
Continue Reading »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.
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