A poem by Nematullah Ahangosh

The crazy world
Is drowned deep
Deeper than yesterday
And deeper everyday
Here’s a question I’d really love to ask
Is there a place for me to hide?
All I know about you is hatred
All I know you made the children fight
One day I will change to a fighter too
But as a warrior of light
Light will be my weapon
Call me crazy but the day will come
When children can be children
When they can be warriors of light
When mothers are in peace
Is there a place for me to hide
From the sound of the artillery?
You made children cry
Mothers worry
And the planet a prison
A jail for a free man
My question of questions
Goes to humanity
What have we done
That made us separate and disparate?
Is there a place
Where we can hide our humanity?

About the Author: Nematullah Ahangosh was born in Ghazni and attended school in Kabul. He has worked as a teacher in an Internally Displaced Peoples (IDP) camp in Kabul through Jesuit Refugee Service (JRS) for two years. He has been an active member of Afghan Peace Volunteers since 2014. In January of 2018 he established a library, the Dupree Library in honor of Nancy Hatch Dupree, which is still being run by volunteers. In 2018, JRS awarded Nemat a full scholarship to complete his undergraduate studies in India. He is currently pursuing a Bachelor’s of Social Work (BSW) at Madras School of Social Work. Over the years he has tried to give back to the community as a peace and education activist and hopes to be an activist for nonviolence in the future. He is very fond of writing and reading poetry.

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