Category Archives: Afghanistan Women Poets

» I Am an Afghan Girl

A girl from a generation of far-sightedness The girl with the face of a beautiful rose I am an Afghan girl I want to remove the bad reputation far from my country People are jobless and people emigrate Many are dead under grip of Taliban The war is rising I want in my country peace and quiet  Not explosions, but a place where people find work I am an Afghan girl My heart is still in grief Don’t allow aliens to come to start the spoils I am An Afghan girl As fervent as a candle burning The girl at home who is like flowers in the garden Yes, a girl is like the flowers that scent your home. I am an Afghan girl By Maliha W. Photo by J. McDowell

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» Safe Home

No home is safe for me. Always I am in danger.

Where is my safe home?
I am not safe anywhere.
My father abuses me,
My brother scorns me,
My husband disrespects me,
For the crime of being female!

My penalty is to be hated,
Hated simply for being female,
Hated for being a daughter,
Hated for being a sister,
Hated for being a wife.

No home is safe for me.
Always I am in danger.
I want a safe home,
But that home will come
Only after my death.

That home will be my grave.
I will live without fear,
I will sleep soundly,
I will go into darkness,
Safe at last.

By Nasrin

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 just call me deportee… no longer human or humane

Legal Nihilism Whereas Berlin and the EU are approaching open conflict with the United Nations, citizens’ initiatives also in Greece are raising strong criticism. A Greek-German appeal, for example, calls for the blockade, imposed on the refugees stranded in Greece, to be lifted. They should be promptly brought to Germany with special trains.[8] The “Train of Commemoration” initiative, in turn, has issued a statement saying that by violating “international humanitarian law” the German government, along with “the principal parliamentary and non-parliamentary supporting parties and circles” are also violating “the German constitution,” “whose historical foundation was the renunciation of the legal nihilism of its predecessor German state and its anti-humanitarian crimes of persecution. Hundreds of thousands, at the time, became refugees, wandering around the continent, in search of protection from Germany.”[9] (Read the entire text here.) Sheer Desperation Over the past few days, the protests by the refugees themselves have continued to intensify. Since the beginning of last week, there have been practically daily outbursts of collective anger. Last Thursday, in Camp Moria on Lesbos, about 50 Afghans chanted “Azandi” (which means freedom in Farsi).[10] On the Greek island of Chios, hundreds of refugees tore down a razor wire fence Friday and fled their detention “hotspot,” and marched together to the harbor. Even on the Greek mainland, protests are escalating. About 1,000 people, including many migrants and refugees, marched to the EU office in Athens Thursday, to protest against Brussels’ deportation deal with Ankara. In the north of the country, roads to Macedonia were blocked. “We expect violence,” warned on the weekend, a government spokesperson in Athens regarding the growing resistance to these illegal deportation measures. The refugees had narrowly escaped the war and are adamant in light of Berlin and the EU’s denial of protection, he admitted. “Desperate people” however “tend to resort to violence.”[11] German Deportation Personnel German personnel are also participating in the mass deportation. Thirty officers of the Federal Police were expected to arrive in Lesbos on the weekend and by Monday eight employees of the Federal Office for Migration and Refugees (BAMF). They are tasked to assist the Expeditious Asylum Procedures in the detention “hotspots,” so that Berlin and Brussels can lend a veneer of rule of law. The BAMF is planning to dispatch 100 officials to Greece to ensure the smoothest possible implementation of the deportation deal with Turkey. For the German government this deal is of strategic importance in view of permanently sealing off the EU against refugees. It is explicitly promoting this deal as a “European solution.”[12]

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Afghan Women’s Writing Project | American Singer-Songwriter and Afghan Poet Debut New Song on January 29th in New York City!

Both writers have learned from their collaboration. “Eleanor and I are two different women, with different age, from different continent,” says Hajar. “But we both are sick of men controlling our emotions and body. We both want independence.”Dubinsky found she gained a lot from the work itself: “I am following the winding road of a creative process.  We are adjusting the lyrics and melody together, so it’s really a joint process.”Dubinsky also reflected on what’s special about their collaboration: “We are two women who are creative and strong, from quite different backgrounds,” she said. “I am Jewish, Hajar is Muslim, we talk some about that. There are some restrictions about privacy, including being careful about using her full name. And I feel we are working not only for us, but also with the frame of AWWP, and I hope that what we do helps AWWP to get the word out.”

Source: Afghan Women’s Writing Project | American Singer-Songwriter and Afghan Poet Debut New Song on January 29th in New York City!

Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Racist, Shame on You!

God created us as equal humans, but we divided our humanity into thousands of categories of color, race, tribe, culture, tradition, and religion because of our ethnocentric thoughts.

God created us, but we created racism, and we let it divide our homes, our countries, and the world.

I want to use my words to take a stand against racism, to say:

Shame on you, racism.

Shame on you, racists!

The virus of racism affects our families, friends, schools, universities, and offices, as well as relationships between our tribes and nations. I lose sleep thinking of it and get up at night to write about how it makes me feel. Tonight I sat up until midnight trying to forget the racist words I heard today from an educated and stylish Pashtoon man who sees me as inferior, a freak, based on my tribe. Cheap Tajik, he called me.

Often people in our tribes have cultural differences in that they know different languages and wear different styles of clothing or some tribes have facial features that appear more Asian.

Pashtoons are one of the most populated tribes of Afghanistan. They consider themselves as the native citizens of Afghanistan, as “real Afghans.” Some of them will imply that people who are Tajik, Uzbek, or Hazara are non-native Afghans from central Asia. They think these groups are the descendants of Chinese warlord Ghengis Khan.

Some Pashtoons like to point out that they descend from kings and rulers of Afghanistan for hundreds of years. They often are conservative about their views of women. I think Tajiks are often more openminded—men and women can eat together and shake hands.

All four tribes have cultural differences, but we all share the same religion and our national languages of Dari and Pashto.

Pain fills my chest and sorrow fills my thoughts, and I wish I could banish that man’s words from my mind. I write to empty my heart, to put the bitter words on paper. How sad and disappointing to experience racism from an educated person; what can we expect from the uneducated?Racist, burn your clothes and throw away your tie, your name-brand shoes. Shame on you.

I suffer an escalating shock every time I experience racism. I will take a stand against it. Racism is the seed for the crop of un-civilization. Civilization emerges from fair thinking. Racism is not civilized at all.

Racists of the world, wherever you are, when you look at me you seem to forget that I am like you: one head, two legs, two arms.

When you look at me you see a label, a single word tied to a tribe or color: black or white, Tajik, or Hazara. Hazaras were long oppressed but today Hazara girls are being educated more than some other groups that still believe in old, discriminatory practices against women such as honor killings.

You categorize me by caste and class and religion. You ignore my human value and try to bully me for my own heritage, all because of a single word.

Shame on you, racists!

Shame on you, racism!

By Paana

Photo by Balazs Gardi

Source: Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Racist, Shame on You!

Afghan Women’s Writing Project | A Wish for Peace, New Year 2016

It is midnight of December 30, 2015.  I am alone in my basement and a strange silence fills my house. Whenever I think about celebrating the first day of 2016, the word that comes into my mind is “peace.”And after that, I miss my husband and children. We are separated because I moved to Canada with the hope that one day my family will join me. I came here to find peace. I was raised in a country full of war, and I hate the war and warmongers. Peace is the biggest miracle; life is meaningless without peace. The pain of being away from my family for three years bothers me greatly; it is not easy to tolerate it. I feel very weak, but my dream for my children is peace and to live a peaceful life.In my former home, the war is not the only big issue for my countrymen. There are so many other challenges for my people such as vile customs, illiteracy, violence against women, terrorist forces, the judgment of the desert, lack of law, and the thousands of human rights violations.Peace is necessary for survival. Whenever I am passing down the narrow street to my house, I see a beautiful, colorful house with the beauty of a Christmas tree with a snowman in the center.  I feel a strange sense of happiness and I feel peace.My neighbors are celebrating the New Year and they buy gifts for their children, but I think what can I do? I remember my writing group. Yes, I can share my voice to celebrate the New Year.I wish the New Year of 2016 brings peace for all countries all around the world. May almighty Allah bring peace and happiness not only in my former home but in

We are separated because I moved to Canada with the hope that one day my family will join me. I came here to find peace. I was raised in a country full of war, and I hate the war and warmongers. Peace is the biggest miracle; life is meaningless without peace. The pain of being away from my family for three years bothers me greatly; it is not easy to tolerate it. I feel very weak, but my dream for my children is peace and to live a peaceful life.In my former home, the war is not the only big issue for my countrymen. There are so many other challenges for my people such as vile customs, illiteracy, violence against women, terrorist forces, the judgment of the desert, lack of law, and the thousands of human rights violations.Peace is necessary for survival. Whenever I am passing down the narrow street to my house, I see a beautiful, colorful house with the beauty of a Christmas tree with a snowman in the center.  I feel a strange sense of happiness and I feel peace.My neighbors are celebrating the New Year and they buy gifts for their children, but I think what can I do? I remember my writing group. Yes, I can share my voice to celebrate the New Year.I wish the New Year of 2016 brings peace for all countries all around the world. May almighty Allah bring peace and happiness not only in my former home but in

I was raised in a country full of war, and I hate the war and warmongers. Peace is the biggest miracle; life is meaningless without peace. The pain of being away from my family for three years bothers me greatly; it is not easy to tolerate it. I feel very weak, but my dream for my children is peace and to live a peaceful life.In my former home, the war is not the only big issue for my countrymen. There are so many other challenges for my people such as vile customs, illiteracy, violence against women, terrorist forces, the judgment of the desert, lack of law, and the thousands of human rights violations.Peace is necessary for survival. Whenever I am passing down the narrow street to my house, I see a beautiful, colorful house with the beauty of a Christmas tree with a snowman in the center.  I feel a strange sense of happiness and I feel peace.My neighbors are celebrating the New Year and they buy gifts for their children, but I think what can I do? I remember my writing group. Yes, I can share my voice to celebrate the New Year.I wish the New Year of 2016 brings peace for all countries all around the world. May almighty Allah bring peace and happiness not only in my former home but in

We are separated because I moved to Canada with the hope that one day my family will join me. I came here to find peace. I was raised in a country full of war, and I hate the war and warmongers. Peace is the biggest miracle; life is meaningless without peace. The pain of being away from my family for three years bothers me greatly; it is not easy to tolerate it. I feel very weak, but my dream for my children is peace and to live a peaceful life.In my former home, the war is not the only big issue for my countrymen. There are so many other challenges for my people such as vile customs, illiteracy, violence against women, terrorist forces, the judgment of the desert, lack of law, and the thousands of human rights violations.Peace is necessary for survival. Whenever I am passing down the narrow street to my house, I see a beautiful, colorful house with the beauty of a Christmas tree with a snowman in the center.  I feel a strange sense of happiness and I feel peace.My neighbors are celebrating the New Year and they buy gifts for their children, but I think what can I do? I remember my writing group. Yes, I can share my voice to celebrate the New Year.I wish the New Year of 2016 brings peace for all countries all around the world. May almighty Allah bring peace and happiness not only in my former home but in the all countries around the world.  I wish a Happy New Year not only for my family, but for all people around the world.By Mariam

Source: Afghan Women’s Writing Project | A Wish for Peace, New Year 2016

Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Impossible Desire

I want to be born again,
in a place where there is peace.
I want to born again where I could live more simply;
where I would know the route for my life—
where I would be able to laugh and get excited
to ride a bicycle in the road,
in the rain.
I want to be born again;
and live like a bird, fly over the blue sky
free from every bond.
I want to be a singer
shouting my pain out of my heart.
I want to be a painter with a paintbrush in my hand,
painting the oldest tree of the city,
or a rainbow after rain.
I want to be a poet
disappearing in the world of words,
or in the village with small garden,
with a gray cat lying under sun.
But I know I will not be born again…
I was born in the shadow of war and
I will die in the shadow of war.

By Farida

Photo by Argya Diptya

Source: Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Impossible Desire

Afghan Women’s Writing Project | I Am Tired

Because I am a girl

They look at me like a slave

But what is the problem?

Why do they think that I am not capable

I do my job as well as them

I am a talented girl like others

Why do they compare me to others

Why do they want to kill my talent

Why do they want to make me upset

I am disappointed

Because they try to kill my passions

I should die before they kill me

Before they stone me with their words

I am tired of this world, this life

Is it my sin that I am a girl?

Please let me live in peace

Let me discover my true self

Let me help to build up the country

Let me to be free

I am the one of the children who grew up

Wanting to change the world

Why do they ignore me

Why don’t they want me here

I should die before they kill me

Before they throw stones at me

Or I should run away from here

I am tired

Tired of everything

Tired of all that they do

Against me… just because I am a girl

By Zahra H.

Source: Afghan Women’s Writing Project | I Am Tired

Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Welcome My Baby

When I was born no one was happyNo one smiledNo one said, “Welcome my baby,Welcome my sister.”Why? What is my sin?I am a human, a girl.A woman is brutally beatenon the street without reasonA girl is slanderedStoned by the peopleA woman is forced to have illicit relationsoutside of her marriage.She cannot defend herselfA man burns his wife’s bodyNo one defends herWhy? What is her sin?I can’t be silent.I can’t accept that.I want to say, “Welcome my babyWelcome my sister.” By Manizha

Source: Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Welcome My Baby

Afghan Women’s Writing Project | My Heart Hurts

My heart hurts

Because I am not

Treated like a human

My heart hurts

Because I have no voice

In who I marry

I am accused of being unworthy

Lies about me spread

I am stoned, beaten, burned

This is not just the story

Of Farkhunda in Kabul

Rukhshana in Ghor

This is the story of thousands

Of women in Afghanistan

Their government does not listen or help

But I am rising

My powerful voice is louder

I write the truth with my golden pen

My heart hurts and I am poo

rI stay in the dark corner

Of my house and cry

By Sharifa

Source: Afghan Women’s Writing Project | My Heart Hurts