Friday 5 February 2016

I went to bed touched last night with thoughts of knowledge and a pen.


I dream

I dream of a day for my homeland to be free and in safe hands again
I dream of a day for my birthplace to be released from corrupt fangs again
I dream of a day for my motherland to welcome to its gates, honor and nobility once again
I dream of a day for my Afghanistan to be commemorated as a land that has transformed itself against all odds, yet again
A land exhausted of countless wars, yet it still dares to rise–again and again!

A terrain historically known for its spirited warriors, men and women– One and the same.

With this song on our lips
Embarking forward by means of a new weapon,
In one hand knowledge, and a pen in the other.
Dreaming of a new Afghanistan,
You and I willingly — delivering a new dawn to our worn-out nation all over again.

I see my dream fully awake —with watchful senses.
Common people choosing their leaders based on values rather than a blood line.
I see my Afghanistan rising from the clouds of darkness, violating old customs once again.

Wordlessly
I carry on my train of dreams
A life for every Afghan, young and old, man and woman, dancing with nature’s tunes, autonomy and equality hand in hand once more,
Interdependently running towards one common vision,
Peace entering our front doorstep, a beloved guest for all, once again.
Anosha Zereh

One of the young men from Afghanistan sent this poem last night. It touched me so much. I am sure we all wish these countries to be safe and hope this dream comes true.