This poem is far more sober than anything we’ve ever published. However, we feel it is a deeply significant look into the hearts of many Afghan people. It is published in accord with our purpose to bring more understanding.
I left you before sunrise
When people were asleep.
I walked all your roads and streets
And watched you bleeding
Yet I walked away.
You were left alone, with wounds, and broken
And all your children walked away.
O my poor motherland
O my pure love
I would love you even in evil’s hands.
— Heartfelt