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Can I?
Can I go to school? NO! Can I study? NO! Then can I teach? NO! Can I go out? NO! Can I work? NO! Can I talk about my rights? NO! I don’t want to get married yet. NO! Don’t sell me. NO! I wasn’t asking...
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Because We Are Women
Editor’s note: This poem was written for International Women’s Day, March 8, 2014. I dedicate this to all women in the world and wish them health, respect, and love—especially the four women who...
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Change Starts Here
In 2002, when I arrived with my family back in Kabul after the ouster of the Taliban, the only colorful place we could talk and laugh was at home. The only places we could sing loud and sit in peace...
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Street Boys Helping Landslide Victims
I was with my family in our farmhouse in Logar on May 2nd when the rain was thundering down like an ocean falling from the sky. Then on the 12 o’clock news I heard about the landslide in Argo,...
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I Am Asking You
This is earth, round and huge. You never know when you will say hello or goodbye in this world. We Afghan girls don’t know when we opened our eyes but we do know soon our eyes will close. Fighting for...
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It’s a Jungle
When I joined AWWP, I found a new home where I can share my words and listen to words. I found my passion for writing. I got to know this is my aim; this is my life; this is what I want. Every week we...
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Black
Black is the shadow of fear,when I see no light.Black is when I cry, my eyes full of tears,It is the sound of words that betray me.Black is the sound of bullets,the rain of blood,the heart with no...
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The Women’s Bazaar
Editor’s note: Human rights groups have said that in the eastern tribal areas of Nangarhar province, women are sold in an aberration of arranged marriage dowry traditions. A public awareness campaign...
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A Buried Story
Buried under my rough jacket and my scarlet shirt,Secured deep under flesh and bones,My hidden heart is broken.My hidden eyes, dark under my burqa, are crying.The mouth that I hold shut is...
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All That an Afghan Girl Needs
All that an Afghan girl needsis a book to reada pen to writeschool to learnshelter to spend the night a sleep without feara life without suffering to wake up with the voice of birds not bombs...
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Do You See What I See
Do you see what I see? Can you see what I see? Are you blind, or are you only pretending to be blind? Do you feel what I feel, or are you just pretending to be heartless? Aren’t you embarrassed to...
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People from all around are coming to sell more of their possessions so they can gather enough money to move to another country.
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