March 23, 2017 Zahra Wakilzada 0Comment

Zahra W.

I sat at a corner with my back to the wall.
I touched my face with my trembling hands.
My mom came with a cup of water and a towel.
She cleaned and caressed my face.

Her tears were non-stop.
“I wish your dad hadn’t treated you and your brother differently.
If you were treated the same, your brother wouldn’t hit you.
I am tired of discrimination, disrespect, and abuse.”

She wiped the tears off her face and continued,
“My brother would beat me.
Your brother beats you now.”

Through my pain, I smiled bitterly at my mom.
I also dream of a world without violence,
A world where every woman has rights,
Where there are no barriers,
And I can go to school,
A place where when I am courageous, they don’t call me “manly,”
And I will not cover the bruises on my face with makeup.

I will build the world that I dream about.
Mom, you brother was beating you,
And my brother is beating me,
But I will not let my son to beat his sister.


Note: In Afghanistan, the word “Mardana” literally meaning manly, is used to describe brave men and women.

Read this piece in Persian here.

Zahra Wakilzada

Zahra Wakilzada

A member of Free Women Writers, Zahra is a sophomore in high school who loves writing and poetry. Zahra cares deeply about girls’ education and empowerment. In her spare time, she helps her younger sisters, Sahar and Sana, with their studies.
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