Roya introduction
2010-04-06 | 4 Comments ››Roya was born in Kabul and remained in Afghanistan during the Taliban period. She hopes to continue her education and eventually gain a masters degree. She wants to be a poet.
Roya
The Grave Is Always Silent
2010-08-26 | No Comments ››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
Picture of a Laptop
2010-08-20 | 2 Comments ››The first time I heard about email was on the BBC program. I sent a letter. I think it took twenty days for the letter to be delivered. I didn’t know what email was. I thought it must be an electronic pocket with a metal board and a plug to switch it on, and then you could write with a pen. I thought maybe the pen was metal too. It seemed crazy that someone could receive mail in one minute from all around the world.
An Afghan Poet
2010-08-16 | 8 Comments ››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.
Damn!
2010-08-04 | 2 Comments ››For building a wall in front of my wishes / For you beating me / For forcing me to marry / For you blaming me, for not having a son / For playing with my feelings
The Meaning of Democracy
2010-07-27 | 5 Comments ››My dear brother and sister, Democracy is an unlucky bride in our country, because there are no good examples. It is our strange friend because we don’t know what Democracy is.
My Eyes
2010-07-19 | 11 Comments ››My eyes, you are a dry desert of sorrows / You tell stories of other wounded eyes / You talk from the heart of an Afghan woman / Who eats pain three times / And drinks tears / You talk from / Hapless valleys of life
The Evening Walk, The Wild Looks
2010-07-15 | 6 Comments ››As we walked, I felt as if the trees were talking to me. I felt them say: “We feel you, Roya, we feel you!” There were some tired flowers too. The garden was like a desert without water or gardener. The weather was not so good; I felt it was nervous like me, with the wind throwing dust in our faces and eyes.
Golden Moments & Green Seconds
2010-07-08 | 1 Comment ››Golden moments and green seconds / when the children smile and / I remember I am in love with my poor country / and brave honest Afghans. / I am in love with the people who don’t tolerate war
Melody of Love
2010-06-23 | 1 Comment ››Our love is / The melody of my life / You sense my feelings. / When I see you / Life shows me the true face of love / The face that / Hides no false face behind it.
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