Afghan Women’s Writing Project | My Pen, My Pride

Men of my country!

Fathers, brothers, husbands!

What can I write about you?

I am restless, impatient, tired

From telling my story and yours

Men! Throw away your knives

Don’t give me more scars

I am not among the devastated Afghan women

I don’t want my head covered by your cruelty

I live beside you — yet how far we are from one another

Hide your knife — I am afraid

Let me show you my golden heart.

Covered in my burqa, you make the world blind to me

In front of you, I am a woman, your slave, a tired face of fear

What do I mean to you?

I know the answer: A victim of tolerance, a friend of silence

Don’t make me known by your violence

I am not a picture of punishment

Never deceive me with your kindness

I am not a stone

I own my life, my soul, my body

I am empty of the love you took from me

I am still strong, a lonely mountain

I carry my pen, my pride.

By Pari

via Afghan Women’s Writing Project | My Pen, My Pride.