Poems

Dear God, let’s sit and talk—over coffee. I stare into my cup, letting my thoughts rise like coffee steam.: “ I tried to define you, I couldn’t; my brain was unable. I tried to find you, I couldn’t; my eyes were incapable. You must be called! And then listened carefully with the hope that In return, there might be a voice, a sign, or even a feeling.   I know your footprints are everywhere. But you are not anywhere! I know your clues are inside all the creatures. But you are n

Digging into deep past wounds, peeling the onion of personal development I know it hurts, but please keep healing *watandar Heal so that generations after you do not have to suffer the way you do. Heal so you know what inner peace feels like calmness, safety, a heart at ease. Heal so there will be more brotherhood and sisterhood among people from Afghanistan , a future brighter and hearts more whole. I know it hurts, but please keep healing. Heal, dear friend, and let the pai

In a garden of fragile flowers, she was one too— delicate, beautiful. But life’s storms came, the winds too harsh, the soil too cruel. She transformed into a cactus— tough, unshaken, yet still beautiful. By Sediqa Sarwari

Dear woman, Stand tall! Even if you are out of breath, Treating your wounded feet, Healing your broken heart, Stand tall. . Even when you are the support of the mountain You are looking to lean on, Stand tall. . All those who made a bet on your failure… Let them be surprised Stand tall! . Dear woman Prove them all wrong Stand tall! By Sediqa Sarwari