the Afghan woman

Feminine pain.

I remember my mother 

And her mothers mother

Until they all blend into

One tired heart 

A pair of wrinkled hands

Shattered dreams and 

Wombs taken for granted

This is my feminine heritage

Broken promises and 

Fleeting dreams.

But the Afghan woman

Is the most resilient brilliant creation

humming of the strongest heart

That beat that jumps out of your chest

The one right before what you thought was your dying breath

Walking across borders 

Moving mountains

Crying in silence but beating our drum 

To make the most beautiful song you have ever heard 

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  1. Good to see U still FULL of hope and prepared for the long haul. Take care, my dear Madinah. Peace and love — Joe Pinto, Pune, India.

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    PEACE4AFGHANISTAN

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