An Afghan daughter at her mother’s grave

September 23, 2010 nedhamson

Sometimes, sometimes, all you have is a poem, a song, or a brief memory but no tears.

Today I Want To Cry

I want to laugh
But with whom?
Today I want to give a gift
But to whom?
Today is the day I should celebrate
Where is she?

Today is the day I should put the world at her feet
Drop hundreds of flowers on her path
Today is the day I should put heaven under her feet
Give her all the happiness in the world
This is the day I should put a smile on her face
But how?

Today is the day that I should be with her
I cannot
I am with myself
Alone
With just my tears and her dust

Today is the day I sit with her memory
I kiss her hands,
They are full of my tears… as I sit at her grave

Today is Mother’s Day
She can’t hear me say
Happy Mother’s Day

By Shogofa

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Property Rights Taken from People by Hamilton, Ohio

September 23, 2010 nedhamson 2 Comments

Live in Hamilton, Ohio and have 6 cats and/or dogs in your home? You are now breaking the law and must get zoned as a kennel or give up your pet. In the middle of Congressman Boehner’s distric – go figure?!

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Council limits number of pets

HAMILTON

With only Mayor Pat Moeller voting no, City Council on Wednesday, Sept. 22, passed an ordinance restricting the number of household pets to no more than five adult cats and/or dogs, unless the area is zoned and licensed as a kennel.

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An Afghan woman speaks for all women in poetry

September 23, 2010 nedhamson 2 Comments

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Victim of Male Domination

I am an Afghan woman, a victim of male domination
I am a woman, a survivor in flames of segregation
My voice is choked down in my throat
My thoughts are frozen, disabled to tell the truth
Rejected in my society, forced to stay home;
I cannot draw, sing a song or write a poem
My skills are killed by males’ cruelty
My wings are broken; I can’t fly in this authority
There is no hope; I must bury my dreams in my heart
Walking in the dark with closed eyes is hard
When the evils of time forcefully burn my aspiration
I am an Afghan woman, a victim of male domination
I am a woman, a survivor in flames of segregation

Shafiqa