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poem: young afghan girl
"life" in Afghanistan
As read aloud, by a UC Berkeley student, at an event sponsored by Global Exchange and local Afghan-American women at Chabot College in Hayward, California on September 30, 2001 (note the date: the poem reflects the condition of Afghanistan even BEFORE the U.S. bombing of Afghanistan began).
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In the name of God, most Gracious, most Merciful
Fellow audience, I would like to welcome all of you and thank you for participating in this program for peace in Afghanistan. I would like to recite a poem by Zieba Shorish, who captures the pain of a young Afghan girl in Afghanistan.
RUINS by Zieba Shorish-Shamley
Dedicated to dying Afghan children
Elders tell stories that once in my land
People lived in peace united hand in hand
Various different groups; they lived side by side
They were brothers, sisters; had nothing to hide
Elders tell stories that once we were free
We had schools and teachers; we learned, we could see
Worked hard for the nation, women as well as men
It was viewed as normal and not a mortal sin!
Elders tell stories that once the land was green
Trees full of blossom, as far as can be seen
Rivers flowed with water, cool and clean as rain
Valleys full of flowers, velvet green the plain(s)
Elders tell stories, that though we were not rich
We were proud and tall, we had our own niche
We worked day and night; we had enough to eat
We were free and bold, could not accept defeat
Elders might be right, they would no tell a lie?
We might have been united, did not fight and die
Women had rights, children could go play
Ruler may have been just; people could have a say
I am a child of war, a girl of age fourteen
Fighting to survive; tortures that I
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In the name of God, most Gracious, most Merciful
Fellow audience, I would like to welcome all of you and thank you for participating in this program for peace in Afghanistan. I would like to recite a poem by Zieba Shorish, who captures the pain of a young Afghan girl in Afghanistan.
RUINS by Zieba Shorish-Shamley
Dedicated to dying Afghan children
Elders tell stories that once in my land
People lived in peace united hand in hand
Various different groups; they lived side by side
They were brothers, sisters; had nothing to hide
Elders tell stories that once we were free
We had schools and teachers; we learned, we could see
Worked hard for the nation, women as well as men
It was viewed as normal and not a mortal sin!
Elders tell stories that once the land was green
Trees full of blossom, as far as can be seen
Rivers flowed with water, cool and clean as rain
Valleys full of flowers, velvet green the plain(s)
Elders tell stories, that though we were not rich
We were proud and tall, we had our own niche
We worked day and night; we had enough to eat
We were free and bold, could not accept defeat
Elders might be right, they would no tell a lie?
We might have been united, did not fight and die
Women had rights, children could go play
Ruler may have been just; people could have a say
I am a child of war, a girl of age fourteen
Fighting to survive; tortures that I
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§this is great
this is really great, thank you for posting this. i truly believe that people i know who are frothing at the mouth calling for war do not realize that people in other countries are HUMAN, worth just as much as them. it makes me really sad to realize that people do not believe this. they think that some anonymous, faceless human in a far away country ... that when they die, somehow people dont care as much or something. it is sick. it is the american problem.
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§yeah. your probably right
You know what? What was America thinking when we got into world afairs? How mean of us, and inconsiderate to mankind. Geez. Oh wait, one problem. WE WOULD ALL BE NAZIS RIGHT NOW. hmm. well. there goes isolationism
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§credit where credt is due
Actually, pinhead, most of the fighting and casualties were done and taken by the Commies lead by Stalin. So you can thank Uncle Joe for saving you from the Nazis.
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