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March 20, 2026

“How Dare She?”

What to be feared more Then a woke woman Then one who sees behind the circus curtains Then one who doesn’t follows blind the oppression She is dangerous to patriarchal culture A theath that refuses to worshipfully suffer How dare she speak with a mind of her own? Definitely her faith that is by the… Continue reading

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February 19, 2026

Bride Of Buried Dignity

There comes the small will of desire in pride With the pain of generational trauma as a bride The bride to a country of unlivables, buried underneath Of dignity that snatches women’s lives? died Continue reading

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About Me

In the country where I was born, religion was unaware of what it could become. In the country I’m from, being born in an ethnicity other than the one favored is a crime, and sometimes sentenced to death in mass genocides. In a country once called ‘graveyard of empires, ’ they now dig us people of Afghanistan graves of our own, every kind. Where in dirty politics games, women are seen as less than animals, born to obey husband, brother, father, and son all their lives long, hesitant to be somewhere where the rules are set forever. Our neighboring countries love us no less than the group that resulted in all this. No belief of religion is real when terror is involved, innocent blood is shed, innocent kids are left orphaned by war, a mother’s eye is sewn to the door waiting for their beloved child to knock after school hours, ignored by her that no dead can come back after all because the terrorist decided school isn’t for all to attend.

poem

“How Dare She?”

Bride Of Buried Dignity