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LANDAY: To Brave Muska
Down by the riverbank he waits
For you to come alone so you could finally meet.
While eating the sweet pomegranate
He is thinking of you hoping you will not be late.
News came to him, you took your own life.
What happened to your promise of becoming his wife?
He heard you had set yourself on fire…
Blazing to the ground, your selfish act flamed his desire.
Wish you lived to see the day Muska
Nation at peace so he could see you without burqa.
(A tribute to Rahila Muska, an Afghan teen-age poet whose real name is Zarmina whose young love has gone awry.)
Published 15th Aug 2014
| Edited 18th Aug 2014
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15th Aug 2014 5:38pm
18th Aug 2014 3:24pm
We are far more lucky than others, yet sometimes we don't see the beauty around us and the easy life that we have as compared to others.
I'm glad to have your presence Peninnah.
@EngrVV
I'm glad to have your presence Peninnah.
@EngrVV
15th Aug 2014 5:38pm
An act taken by some who have no path to turn to. Heaven's on fire, EngrVV...good read.
18th Aug 2014 3:17pm
Muska, like many young and rural Afghan women, wasn’t allowed to leave home by her father fearing that she’d be kidnapped or raped by warlords. She was pulled out of school after the fifth grade. Poetry, which she learned from other women and on the radio, became her only form of education.
Thanks for the read and comment Grace.
Thanks for the read and comment Grace.
Anonymous
15th Aug 2014 10:14pm
Burning alive is such an awful way to go. I can't even imagine.
18th Aug 2014 3:21pm
It is indeed an awful way to go...I wonder how many of us have the courage to do so.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Magnetron.
@EngrVV
Thanks for reading and commenting, Magnetron.
@EngrVV
