An Afghan writer girl with a dream of freedom for her country

I am that strong girl of my nation who woke up    I have risen from the ashes of children's bodies and have become a storm    I have become proud of the stream of blood of my brothers    I have gained strength from the storm of my nation's anger    I have taken hatred to the enemy from the valleys and burnt villages of my country    Now you don't think of me as poor and weak, fellow countryman    I have found my way and I will never return    I have broken those chains    I have opened the closed doors of news    O fellow countryman, man, I am no longer what I was    The midnight screams of childless mothers have echoed in my ears    I have seen brides with henna on their hands    They are wearing a black widow's dress    I was born twice in the midst of resistance, bravery and epics    I am in the last breaths among the waves of blood and in conquest and victory    Learned the song of freedom    Oh, my friend, today I will fight for the freedom of my country by your side in the valleys. This is one of my writings that I have written for Afghan girls and women

To all the girls and women of the world. Afghan girls and women have great strength and creativity 

   #, woman, freedom, life ،education

✒️Written by Maryam