I wrote this poem while my class was in a 'Eurasian geography' block, and one night our homework was to write a paragraph about Afghanistan and fill the rest of the page however we saw fit,(an illustration, or a poem, and etc...) While i was working on the page, the beginning of this poem started to come to life:
Standing in the doorway,
watching the sand blow by,
i make out the silhouette of a man,
one of the Taliban!
i run and hide.
i am safe.
thanking Allah for the blinding-ness of the black wind,
i go on my way.
I wish we could have raised you in a world where fears like this didn't exist. Every nightmare I've had since you were born has involved protecting you, but you are right, sweet girl-you are safe, in God's arms, and whenever I'm there, in mine.
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