Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Sad News in Kabul

Evening headlines cover Kabul Another explosion, many died, hundreds injured

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

By Pari

Source: Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Sad News in Kabul