Sunday, February 2, 2014

“Her memory will be a flower tucked into literature’s turban. In her loneliness, every sister cries for her.”

- Ogai Amail,

Would I still write poetry if with each verse I risked death? Reading about these brave and talented women, many of them barely into their teens, make me doubt my commitment. And the poems themselves . . .

Many of the poems are Landays, a folk couplet, originally oral, and part of a long tradition. 
"It is a lilting form, sharp in content, expressing a collective fury, a lament, an earthy joke, a love of home, a longing for the end of separation, a call to arms, all of which frustrate any facile image of a Pashtun woman as nothing but a mute ghost beneath a blue burqa."  
To learn more about the form, try this link: * Landays *
I could have tasted death for a taste of your tongue,
watching you eat ice cream when we were young.
When sisters sit together, they always praise their brothers.
When brothers sit together, they sell their sisters to others.
I’ll make a tattoo from my lover’s blood
and shame every rose in the green garden.

"To tell one’s story is a human right."

We provide a platform for Afghan women to develop their voices and discover their power in the world without the filter of the media or other influences. AWWP provides its writers with secure online workshops where they are mentored by published women authors and educators who help them craft their writing. Their stories and poems are then shared with readers on our online magazine. The project aims to promote greater economic independence for Afghan women by strengthening their self-confidence, computer literacy, and writing skills, and by encouraging the inclusion of women’s voices in Afghanistan's national dialogue.

The Sky is a Nest of Swallows

This collection can be purchased directly from AWWP. {HERE} Help the Afghan women and enjoy beautiful poetry. All proceeds go directly to help The Afghan Women's Writing Project.

 A few articles on the poetry of Afghan Women:

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