A poem by Zahra Hussaini

I was born in a beautiful remote place
But underneath was an evil face

I was thirteen; playing with a toy
There was nothing except joy

Everything was going well
But then I found myself inside a hell

I was sold for a huge amount
He begged my father for a discount

I was married off to a man
Who was the head of a clan

His children were my age
Enjoying, playing while I was in a cage

My life became black like a dark night
There was no hope and no light

This is what happened to me and
I hope that I am the last miserable girl you see

I do not want any girl’s life ruined like this
Let the world end child marriage and dismiss

About the Author: Zahra Hussaini was born in 1994 in Iran. After the Taliban was defeated she and her family returned to Afghanistan. In 2011 she graduated from high school and in 2012 began studying at Bamyan University. She worked for the Jesuit Refugee Services in 2013 as a teacher and an accountant. She started writing poetry in 2014. Many of her poems were published on the Afghan Women’s Writing Project website. She has a Masters in Social Work from North-Eastern Hill University in Shillong, India.

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