Afghan Voices

By Anonymous

Bamyan

I miss home
I miss the days when
I was going to the office.
I miss the days when
I was walking on the
Peaceful street of Bamyan.

I miss Band e Amir and Buddha
Qazan and the mountain called Baba

I miss home, I miss friends
I miss all those nights
When I had the chance
To look at the sky full of stars

I miss peaceful Bamyan
Its beauty, its people
I miss!

Indeed, you do not understand
The value of something
Unless you lose it!

I wish it was just a dream
And everything was well.
I wish I had a chance to
Go back to those good days
And then my life stops there.

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By Nasima

Are you there?
Conscious?
I call you to come back
Open your eyes
See your surroundings
Left only with black and darkness
Come to me
And take the hand of angels
God will give you
Breezes of air to touch
To smell
Break your prison
Never go back to long ago
It is passed
The lightness shining from east and west
North and south
Belongs to the voice of the heart
The bell of a church
The voice of a mosque
Are loud
But I hear only one voice
The voice of my heart

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Afghan Voices

Afghan Voices

Writing by Afghan writers. Editor/Publisher: Nancy Antle; Editor: Pamela Hart