by Mohammad Zaki Zaki

When the young women were told
Of the Taliban’s new rule
Some started crying
Some shouted in anger
Cursed the Taliban
Some just said their last goodbyes
To their friends
Before walking away

They message me every day
Ask again and again to open the doors
But I…



By Shaaban Karamdokht
Translated by Asadullah Jafari “Pezhman”

In the form of your sojourn that flows to every bound
The sound of your blood is flowing in the bed of time
You are Hazara; you are the heir of this historical land
What happened to you? In your song, your cry is flowing…



by nematullah ahangosh

An Afghan Refugee Camp Summer 2020

most stories end up beautiful

only some end so awful

like when the bullets,

pregnant as almonds,

fast as fear

pierce like glass

the skins on streets of Kabul

beautiful stories?

i don’t even know what that is

you mean flowers of war?

oh? i know those!