Afghan Women’s Writing Project | The Breeze

I love the breeze that blows through my windows

Rousing me

Playing through my hair

It makes dry trees dance

Swirls wild dust

Gives spirit and life to flowers like me

If only I was that breeze

Carrying that tropical dew

I would fly everywhere

Every place, or even a few

But I am a prisoner in this land

Always tortured

I can’t be that softness

That free breeze

Escaping out my windows

I can’t bear it

This jail

I want to be as a sail

I want to fly as a pigeon

Not a sparrow in a cage

If only I was that breeze

Carrying that tropical dew

I would leave this painful life

This hell where I’ve been thrown

By Beheshta

via Afghan Women’s Writing Project | The Breeze.

Afghan Women’s Writing Project | A Buried Story

Buried under my rough jacket and my scarlet shirt,

Secured deep under flesh and bones,

My hidden heart is broken.

My hidden eyes, dark under my burqa, are crying.

The mouth that I hold shut is shouting.

The feet I walk on shiver and cringe.

My story is an endless deep pain without healing.

I try to speak…

The clouds begin to rain.

The mountains turn to ash.

My still self is hopeless.

Do you dare listen to this story?

It’s not a love story, but there is a girl who wants to be a lover.

It’s not a movie or a drama, but only the truth, my daily nightmare.

It’s not about grand presidential politics, but the poor, the insignificant,

The politics of the daily, of families, of women and children,

And yes, of men.

Let’s not forget the men.

It’s about a girl surviving, about me, but I am so many girls,

So many, just surviving.

No school, no right, no peace.

No guidance, no respect.

Just a puppet played and covered with black cloth.

Let me live!

Let me play!

Take my hand…

Take me to school, let me study.

Don’t you have a heart? Are you an animal?

You’re my father, please, don’t kill me.

Please, brother, don’t sell me.

But who will listen?

I am lost, I am hopeless…

I am this story.

My life story.

Can you hear me?

I’m still hoping.

By Aysha

via Afghan Women’s Writing Project | A Buried Story.

Sierra Leone loses fifth doctor to Ebola | News | DW.DE | 03.11.2014

Sierra Leone’s chief medical officer Brima Kargbo said Dr. George had checked himself into “the Chinese hospital at Jui outside Freetown,” but died of the virus on Monday.

He said the late Dr. George, who was medical superintendent at Kambia Hospital in northern Sierra Leone, might have contracted the virus from a patient he treated for another illness. He had not directly treated Ebola patients.

via Sierra Leone loses fifth doctor to Ebola | News | DW.DE | 03.11.2014.

Ned Link Resources

If you would like to dip into the sources, I looked at each day, the Links below will take you to my resource bundles:

Human Rights:

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Anti-war/for peace:

Femix Fest 4.0 – YouTube Serbia Feminism

Femix Fest 4.0 održan je 13-14.12.2013. u beogradskom BIGZ-u.

Sa linka je moguć besplatan download Femiksete, jedine godišnje domaće kompilacije muzičarki i bendova sa ženskim autorstvom, čije četvrto izdanje je tom prilikom promovisano.

via Femix Fest 4.0 – YouTube.