A poem by Nematullah Ahangosh

Sometimes I want to walk aimlessly
Sometimes I want to disappear
Disappear into nowhere
Feel the sun on my face
Stare at the heavens at midnight
Wander in the morning when all are asleep
Stare at the sunset
When Allah watches me beneath his heavens
Watches how my Allah Akbar is different from theirs
Sometimes I want to go back in the past
I wish I could re-invent the moments
Being with my family beneath a tree
To drink a cup of green tea
To laugh endlessly
Spread the love
Share the melancholia
Sitting around a campfire
Burning hatred in it
Growing love the next morning
Sometimes I just miss home

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