We don’t know the meaning of a normal day
Death’s monster waits for us in the streets
Kabul, my home, my poor wounded city
I am full of destructed feelings, I cry for you I can’t do anything, I am not allowed I can do only one thing, scream in silence
No hope for blooming again, unknown future
Dreams escape, empty emotions
One day it is Taliban; then it is ISIS It is my heart full of hate; it is my loved ones who die
Where can I go and where can I rest?
Kabul with your wounds and your scars
I am full of fear, will you care?
My heart is broken, I only share