My vision of Afghanistan

Originally written around 2001 following the horrors of 911

Holding on oh so tightly to my mother’s dress

Fearing another bombing

With flying Russian megs

Hanging out with the kids

Of Kartey Sey

My only dream is to be a “shaheed”

And blow me in front  the 

arms of them Russian soldiers

Oh I so so smell the 

Nanriges of JalalaBaD

Once in a while, I gaze into

The infinite sky

And dream

Of the childhood

That was so robbed

In my hour of sadness

I am consoled with the knowledge 

That after  my death

I will finally meet my grandfathers and ancestors

In the streets of my home,

Oh My beloved Afghanistan