A poem by Sharifa Ahmadi
Let our mind speak loudly
Let it talk frankly about anyone when no one is there
Let it fight with all people you hate
Let you give them punishment
Let you do anything you want
Vice versa, you only fight with yourself
You punished yourself
You hated yourself
You made yourself angry
You lost your energy
But please respect yourself
Be kind with yourself
Think optimistically
Bring inner peace to your mind
Smile and be cheerful forever
A poem by Mohammad Zaki Zaki
Dear son
You are eternally lost
You are definitely gone
You are glumly missed
You are precipitously disappeared
Dear daughter
Your father is calling your name
Your mother is looking for you
Your sister is searching your phone number
Your baby brother is expecting to play games with you
But you never return
You will never be seen
Where are you to have dinner?
Where are you to do your homework?
Where are you to study at studying room?
Where are you to hear my voice?
Where are you to feed the kids? …
A poem by Nematullah Ahangosh
Skinny like me
he walked like Bob Marley
right up to me –
his tuneful accent of India
mine of Afghanistan –
to say my wallet was hanging from my back pocket
I was agitated
He reminded me of someone — who?
with his worn jeans and T-shirt
short hair
and tattoo of an electrocardiogram on his neck
Thanks I said
Introductions exchanged as
our friendship began
Conversations around campus
how like-minded we were
He was gifted at description
Sound waves flowing from his mouth
while he talked
From the Himalayas to the Amazon rainforest…
A poem by Sharifa Ahmadi
Warm and sweet greetings from your mom
Sweetheart I do not know when you are coming to this world
I want to say I love you so much
My little fairy my love is endless for you
So please listen to some advice from me
Before deciding to come into this world
Please think wisely
Here is not a good place for people such as you
Others make the earth a fireplace
And feed it with voiceless people
I live in this world now It gives much pain and torture I think this discomfort is…
A poem by Sharifa Ahmadi
There is no news of sunshine
No song of birds, no whoosh of winds
No flowing of waterfalls
No smile on lips of beloveds
Here are the tears of the dark sky
The anger of storms
The silence of Afghan politicians
Here is the jungle of people who lost their loved ones
Here is the home for thieves
Who stop you anywhere anytime
Take all your properties and then shoot you
Running away as if no one could see them
Here is the place where people are confused about The role of our government Is…
A poem by Sharifa Ahmadi
God has given a secret power to women
Which begins in childhood
Baby girl is cuter than baby boy
Baby girl learns talking, walking faster than baby boy
Girl grows faster than boy
A woman can beat a man if she wants
There’s a saying about mothers
They move a cradle with one hand
Shake the world with the other
No man can to do this
If a woman dreams her future
No one can stop her
A woman can make her small home a heaven
Or a hell to others
Better to respect women…
A poem by Sharifa Ahmadi
Some women only have half freedom living in their parents’ house
Obstacles of society take the other half
Freedom is not about food or clothes
In most Afghan families
Women get married
Lose the other half of freedom
There’s no difference between wife and servant
Whatever order given to a wife
Like a robot she must obey
No one cares whether she is human or not
No one cares whether she also loves
Living with freedom
Everyone forgets about her needs
Her life is like living
In an open cage
Put a bird in a…
A poem by Sharifa Ahmadi
I didn’t exist at all
Not on earth nor in any other world
You thought of creating me
That’s why first you created a fairy to take care of me
Her name is mother
Then you brought the feeling of motherhood, sympathy, kindness, loyalty
Creating and nourishing me in her womb
Through this beautiful fairy you took care of me for nine months
Then you decided to send me in this world I came to this world with tears in my eyes I don’t know if these were tears of happiness or sadness Perhaps tears…
A poem by Nematullah Ahangosh
I have a friend named Hakim
It means healer
He is a mysterious man
He knows what is right
He has many stories to tell
His own story began with light
Light was his guide.
He saw light his very first moment.
In Singapore all he could see were lights.
He knew nothing better than lights.
His story twisted when he saw light in the eyes of Afghans,
Two very different places but the same light.
Most of his words have feathers, that Fly from his mouth and land in hearts, But not all of…
A poem by Mohammad Zaki Zaki
Thanks for creating me from nothing
Thanks for growing me up
Thanks for keeping me alive
Thanks for looking after me
Thanks for showing me the way
Thanks for assisting me with life
Thanks for being my companion forever
You have guided me along the way
You have taught me hope
You have understood me better than others
You have pushed me forward
You have made me strong
You have named me human
As the best human being As the leader of your creatures As guidance for others As well-known face As the symbol…
Writing by Afghan writers. Editor/Publisher: Nancy Antle; Editor: Pamela Hart