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Can you hear me now? An Afghan poet’s plea…

God help us make the right choices – we are already there for almost 10 years and still no peace for us or them.

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I have come a very long way
Give me a smile?
I am tired of crying
I miss happy times
I miss my mother’s hug
Talk to me … for just a second?
I am new in your land
Hold my hand
Show me the way
I have lots to learn
I have lots to teach my people
Let’s help each other
Bring peace and smiles on faces
I have come a long way
To start my new life
Please talk to me …

Talk to Me

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An Afgahn Poet’s Do Fly Zone!

She wants the real good life! More power to her!

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I want to fly where birds sing their nicest songs,
where I can hear waterfowl, where it is green all the time,
where flowers smile and butterflies speak.

I want to fly where I can write poems and sing songs,
where dancing is not forbidden.

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An Afghan Poet’s View of Osama bin Laden’s Coming and Going

Evil has gone, embrace the light – she says – she has a point. Will you hold on to fear of the dark or welcome the return of light and work to make it stay?

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A Monster’s Tale

It was a timeless autumn, the day the sky darkened.
Soon, the people learned a monster had come to occupy the land!

Children forgot to smile.

But violence cannot stay forever:

The monster left the land and died. Clouds scattered. The people could see the sun shining again.

Sky becomes blue, land gets green.

By Farida

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An Afghan Poet Tears at the Truth of Her Being

My hope for her is that 10 years from now, someone will say: “Amazing that women were not fully appreciated back then – look at all they have done, now, to move us forward!”

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A World of Luck

If I were not a woman
the day I was born
Mom wouldn’t have suffered.
Dad wouldn’t have warned
her: You’ve brought shame
to the house!

If I were not a woman
I would never be a hurt,
never be ashamed.


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Celebrate Today! Afghan Poet Advises

It is true – today is the only day you get that you can be sure of.

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Every day is a good day for me.
I love nature and its beauty,
and I love all people.

I hate war,
I hate conflicts
all around the world.

From the bottom of my heart
I want peace.
I want peace with all human beings
I want to respect each other
and make every day
a lucky day to live
for today
and the next generation.

When that time comes
life will be golden.


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Life is – Enjoy it says Afghan poet

Amazing the poetry that can be written in the midst of war.

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Never be sad
Tired of your life
Always try
and try
and try

Life has ups and downs
Everyone knows it
Be happy
Work hard
And see the results
come clear

Enjoy your life
Life is short
Life is good
Life is sweet
It is very sweet

By Sharefa

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Some days, an Afghan woman tells us, even your skin does not fit right

Poems are like the blues – they let you get it all out and at the same time share it with others who feel the same and let them release their hurt as well. Well done.

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No One…

No one knows how it feels to be so sad
No one knows how it hurts to live so alone
To walk on a dark path
No one sees when your heart is broken
No one cares if you have pain
When your dreams are taken
No one takes your hand when you are fallen
No one knows how you are
exhausted of living
or listens if you cry, “the world is selfish!”
No one loves a mad girl
No one wants a sad girl
No one cares if the cruelty doesn’t finish

By Shafiqa

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An Afghan woman’s memory of growing up

War, horror, and hate cannot always take away the good things in you memory.

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My Village

The sound of cocks wakes me up
The sun shines fresh.
Before washing my face
I water the plants
I go say good morning to the cows
And milk them.
I make the tea
I take my dirty clothes
To wash.
After that I relax
On the ground under the pear tree
And nap.
There is nothing new.
Tomorrow it is the same.

By Tabasom

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