"Attan"

The Pashtun dance of celebration and war
attan is one thing all Afghan's adore

The sound of the dhol's rhythmic beat
calls them to form a line to meet

With a graceful flick of the leader's wrist
in unison their bodies turn and twist

Round and round they all begin to go
putting on a spectacular show

Turning and turning in a circle they dance
almost as if in a mystical trance

Faster and faster they start to twist and turn
as sweat pours, hands clap and feet burn

Louder and faster the Attan beat grows
the last one standing nobody knows

"Another Ordinary Day"

Images
of suffering Pashtuns
horrible images
hellish
haunting images
seared into my mind

Bombings
of helpless Pashtuns
horrible bombings
hellish
haunting bombings
scorched into my mind

Genocide
of innocent Pashtuns
horrible genocide
hellish
haunting genocide
burned into my mind

But in the Pashtunkwa people say
That it's just another ordinary day

Victims of Obama ordered Waziristan air strikes

"Saiful Maluk and the fairy Badri Jamala"

Surrounded by the snow covered peaks of the Pashtunkwa
There is a beautiful lake that is named in honour of a prince
Whose love story has been told for generations ever since
The story of Saiful Maluk and the lovely fairy Badri Jamala

It was fate that brought the young prince to that lake
He thought he was dreaming but he was wide awake
A beautiful fairy was walking on the surface of the lake!
He could not believe what his eyes were seeing!
Who was she, this beautiful supernatural being?

He walked closer and closer to get a better view
That such lovely fairies existed he never knew
When their eyes met it was love at first sight
In secret they started meeting during the night
But soon rumors started to spread like fire
Of their meetings and their romantic desire

One night when Saiful Maluk came to meet his love
The fairy Badri Jamala was no where to be found
frantic with worry for his love he looked all around
He saw some fairies bathing in the lake and asked
"Tell me where did the beautiful fairy Badri Jamala go?"
But they all just laughed and pretended not to know
A kind fairy was upset at seeing the Prince's grief
She told him where his Badri was much to his relief

As a punishment for falling in love with a mortal
She had been confined to the Koh-e-Kaaf range
Prince Saiful Maluk did what any Pashtun would do
For his beloved he fought off an entire army of jinn
One man against many but he was determined to win
And never one time did he have any fear for his life
For the Fairy Badri Jamala was destined to be his wife

Despite all odds he rescued his love and made her his bride
They spent the remainder of their days always side by side

Lake Saiful Maluk

"Listen"

Can you hear it?
Does it keep you awake at night?
Does it bring tears to you eyes?
That inner voice
your heart
your soul
the essence of what makes you human
But more importantly
Do you listen?

If you ignore that inner voice
You are making a selfish choice
and don't deserve the name
human being
Listen to your heart
Listen to your soul
Free yourself from your prison
Your prison of guilt and shame

"Somewhere today"

How many more of our own have to suffer and waste away
While we do nothing but watch then die day after day

Somewhere today, a Pashtun widow wipes tears from her eyes
watching helplessly as her sick child slowly dies

Somewhere today, a young Pashtun boy must beg on the street
to bring home food for his starving family to eat

We must not let the sacrifices of our martyrs be in vain
We must all do our part to end our people's pain

How we treat those less fortunate is the true measure
Of how much our people and values we treasure

Somewhere today, I hope my words inspire some good deed
For its actions and not sympathy that our people need

Young beggar boy with tears in his eyes :( afsoos!

"Depleted Uranium"

Too many Afghan babies are born dead
Another child born with a deformed head
Trees that no longer bare any fruit
Depleted Uranium
Is at the root

It's not enough pleasure to kill us quickly
they must also enjoy killing us slowly
poisoning our people and our Afghan soil
everything America touches it must spoil

Depleted Uranium
the silent killer
killing us day by day
while the American's lie
while they American's deny
Afghans slowly die

Doctors in Kabul and Kandahar showed data indicating that the incidence of a number of health conditions, including birth defects, has doubled in under two years."We have premature births and malformations," said one doctor, who wished to remain anonymous, in one of the main maternity and neo-natal hospitals in the country. --BBC article

"Shakir Ullah"

Evil men always do thier best to seek
the ignorant and the weak

The young are very easy to deceive
being so eager to believe

They look into their innocent eyes
and feed these children lies

Both day and night on their plate
They are fed a diet of hate

Convinced to believe it's God's will
for them to go out and kill

Shakir Ullah was saved from his fate
But for many kid's it's too late

Shakir Ullah Yasin Ali a 14-year-old Pashtun boy seized in Kost, Afghanistan on a suicide bomb mission . He was brainwashed to become a suicide bomber at a madrassa in Pakistan & now sits in prison in Kabul missing his mom :( Afsoos!

"Morphine"

That fate is forcing him to become a thief
Arman Khan is in a state of utter disbelief

As he injects the morphine into his veins
he becomes oblivious to all of life's pains

Arman and his friends have lost all hope
Now all they try to do is score more dope

None of them had any luck finding a job
Tonight they'll go find somebody to rob

They no longer feel any reason to pretend
every day deeper in to hell they descend

Their only relief from reality is getting high
and the dream that someday soon they'll die

Heroin and morphine addicts are on the increase in Afghanistan and Pakistan as the numbers of unemployed increase and the drug continues to be readily available and extremely cheap.

For the hopeless, hash often leads to stronger drugs

"Inshallah"

We have been blessed with many famous sages
from our land throughout the ages

The world must never forget that we have claims
to some of the greatest Sufi names

Wise men whose great works we still today recite
whose words turn darkness into light

Rehman Baba and Rumi live in every Afghan heart
their beautiful poetry is unforgettable art

Inshallah as the home of wise men we'll be known once more
and not just as the home of never ending war

The Nightingale of Peshawar Rehman Baba whose beautiful words of wisdom and peace will live on forever.

Jalaluddin Rumi Balkhi is still the most read poet in the world and is undoubtedly Afghanistan's most famous son.

"دوست "

In my lovely flower garden today I heard
the sweet chirping of a baby bird

I smiled as I listened to it begin to sing
a song in honour of the Spring

The fragrance of flowers perfumed the air
As the warm breeze blew my hair

I remembered my sweet friend living in Khost
and I wondered how is my dear dost

I hope he also enjoyed this beautiful spring day
He's so close even though he's far away

Good friends always remain inside our heart
No matter how much time we are apart

For a friend we'd make any kind of sacrifice
even if it means giving up our own life

For a Pashtun each of our friends is a treasure
For whom our love their is no measure

"Landmine"

Heena was running, chasing a butterfly that she wanted to hold
When suddenly beneath her tiny feet she feels a mine explode

In an instant her whole world has changed never to be the same
Little Heena barely has the strength to call out her mother's name

Her dear mother is horrified to see her baby girl footless laying there
That fate could be so cruel to someone so young doesn't seem fair

They take Heena to the nearest hospital but her foot is forever lost
They will do whatever they can for their baby girl no matter the cost

Heena is a fighter, despite the odds she makes it through the night
When she wakes up she says "Mor jaan everything will be all right"

Her mom has tears in her eyes knowing the hardship Heena will bare
For strength and courage for her and her baby girl she says a prayer

Her father feels so helpless because there is nothing that he can do
That there were landmines in those lovely fields none of them knew

Landmines kill or maim an estimated ten to twelve people each day in Afghanistan.

"Betrayed"

"With the infidel's blood you will turn this Afghan soil crimson red!
You will be be remembered as a Shahid!" the mullah proudly said

Thinking that he is a hero as he drives down the embassy road
Sajjad was dreaming of Jannat as he made his bomb explode

On Al-Jazeera the mullah watched the bloody carnage unfold
At least 141 wounded and 41 dead was what the newsman told

This greedy mullah with all his talk of Holy War and self sacrifice
thinks nothing of using lies to convince men to kill or give up their life

For another successful attack the mullah is again generously paid
and doesn't give a thought to those who he has killed or betrayed

Outside the Indian Embassy in Kabul 7 July 2008 after it was attacked with a car by a suicide bomber. It was the deadliest attack in Kabul since the fall of the Taliban in 2001

"Dreaming"

Dreaming that there will be an independent Pashtunkwa someday
a dream that he hopes to help make happen some way

Farid Gul watches the sun behind the mountains slowly disappear
as night begins to fall over the Northwest Frontier

He is sitting on a rooftop in University Town sipping his green tea
Thinking about his people's current state of misery

Sitting there all alone thinking of how he can begin this fight
He picks up his pen and suddenly begins to write

He's so full of fire and passion that the verses just start to flow
Soon what's in Farid Gul's heart the whole world will know

A sunset in Peshawar

"We are cowards"

We are cowards haven't you heard
Refugee is no more the proper word

The millions of us who chose to flee
Due to civil war and complete poverty

We are lowly cowards full of shame
Who don't deserve the Afghan name

That we left our poor people is a disgrace
On Afghan soil we no longer have a place

We are cowards because we're still alive
Because it's only cowards who try to survive

It would have been better if we had stayed and died
At least then we would leave this world with some pride


*This is not how I feel but rather this is how I was told I should feel. That some feel this way about us really hurts alot :(

refugees or cowards? Depends on who you ask

So cowardly to want to give your children a better life isn't?

"Afghan eyes"

Afghan eyes come in almost every known shade and hue
Beautiful eyes, black, brown, green, gold and blue

They are full of many secrets these beautiful Afghan eyes
That they have seen a lot is impossible to disguise

Afghan eyes have seen the harsh, cruel realities of life
So fierce and sharp they can pierce you like a knife

Afghan eyes can give blank stares that are so very cold
that only hint at stories too terrible to ever be told

Afghan eyes have witnessed too much horror in their land
That only other Afghan eyes can ever understand

Beautiful Afghan eyes.

Fierce Afghan eyes.

"Wishing"

For another Ahmad shah or Khushal Khan we still wish for
But men like them don't exist among Pashtuns anymore

Bold men of action is what our Pashtun ancestors used to be
Brave warriors who lived and died fighting to be free

We have lost that warrior hero that used to live inside us all
we do NOTHING as deeper and deeper into despair we fall

I ask you all my dear people what good does this just wishing do?
If you really want hope and change then it's all up to you

Yet today what do we Pashtuns do but sit here and foolishly wait
Wishing another hero comes to save us before it's too late

Men of action!

Bacha Khan's Dream

"I have one great dream, one great longing. Like flowers in the desert my people are born, bloom for a while with nobody to look after them, wither and return to the dust they came from. I want to see them share each other's sorrow and happiness. I want to see them work together as equal partners. I want to see them play their national role and take their rightful place among the nations of the world, for the service of God and humanity." Bacha Khan

"Just a dream"

What would Bacha say if he were still alive today
I'm sure his heart would be filled with dismay

For our miserable state we have only ourselves to blame
After all these years we Pashtuns are still the same

Instead of taking care of each other and finally uniting
we ignore our poor Pashtuns and keep on fighting

Such great things Pashtuns could have achieved as a team
But it seems to me that will always remain just a dream

For our sake, I hope and pray to God all mighty that I am wrong
nothing will make me happier than seeing us united and strong

Bacha Khan (Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan)

"We should feel shame"

Afghans in our past glory we can brag no more
We should feel shame until we win this war

Even now, day after day and night after night
Afghans among ourselves we always fight

Why must we have such foolishly stubborn pride
We will never win this war with this divide

For the good of our beloved people and our dear land
Afghans, we have to unite and make a stand

Our fate as brave warriors or slaves will be decided
by whether or not we chose to stay divided

Just think of how many of our own people have died
Is it to much to ask to put our differences aside?

What will be their future? It's in our hands

"My verses"

My verses have left many hopeless and crying
Feeling guilty as our Pashtun people are dying

My words were not meant to cause you despair
But rather to remind us we all must do our share

That we must open our eyes before it's too late
That each and every one of us must participate

Together we must all stand up for what's right
Together in our own ways we each must fight !

That we are suffering we must spread the word
Together we can make our people's cries heard !

Young or old we can all do something. Look at that sweet face :) We must never give up hope!

Don't let the world ignore it!

"Freedom fighter"

As Imran searches through his backpack for his cigarette lighter
he wonders if he'll be remembered as terrorist or as freedom fighter

That Sunday morning it rained and the ground he sits on is damp
Imran looks around at all the faces gathered at the training camp

Each and everyone has a sad story of what led them to be here
Now it's thier goal to give thier enemies thier fair taste of fear

Thier innocence was lost and now thier eyes are burning with fire
Revenge is coursing though thier veins and is thier every desire

That God keeps Imran safe, I pray every single night and day
For me he is a freedom fighter, despite what others might say


* One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter. I don't agree with the taliban ideoology but I can understand the hopelessness that leads young men to join them and other militant groups. Until they are given some other hope how can we blame them. Our people need direction and a common leader. A leader who will take us out of the dark ages and into our rightful place in the modern world.

"We must never"

The world will never forget the Pashtun name
But to what will we owe our claim to fame

Right now we Pashtuns are bloody and bruised
So many among us are still so very confused

The choices that we make today will seal our fate
It's up to each and everyone of us to participate

Will we be known as a freedom loving honorable race
Or will the label of terrorist forever take it's place ?

Our future destiny is in our very own Pashtun hands
Do we want this Wahabi Islam ruling over our lands?

We must never let any anything make us forget our past
Pashto, pashtuns and pashtunwalli must forever last!

Loy Afghanistan/Pashtunkwa

"Break free"

Break free! Break free from these Mullah's prison bars!
Life's more beautiful when you're free to see the stars

Living as a prisoner is the same as living as a slave
What's there to look forward to except the grave?

Who likes to be living their life forever behind bars?
I ask you friends because that miserable life is ours

It is in our hands if we ever want this prison's key
Only knowledge and Pashtun unity will set us free

So are we going to unite and finally unlock this prison door?
Or is living this slave life all a Pashtun's future has in store?

These extremist/Wahabi Mullah's want to make us all prisoners of their ideology and erase our Pashtun identity

"A Pashtun"

When a Westerner thinks of a Pashtun, a terrorist is all they see
They have no idea of how romantic and chivalrous he can be

If you were to search all the world you will never be able to find
a man whose guests are treated so honorably and so kind

A Pashtun is a warrior, a poet, a lovers, a politician all rolled into one
They have such soft hearts despite carrying around a loaded gun

No one loves to see the beauty in life more than Pashtun male's do
For the sake of love there is no torment he won't gladly suffer through

He is proud of his history and remembers every hero's name
And he would rather sacrifice his life than live a life of shame

Whether gazing at his beloved, a beautiful flower or a starry night
His honour is on his mind and for that he's always ready to fight

"A bedtime story"

"Please tell me a bedtime story sis jaan" Shaista is so very smart
She knows I can't resist her sweet face, because she is my heart
"Once upon a time in a very faraway land a great and wise king
requested that his chief advisers make for him a very special ring"
so that when joy comes he'd also remember when times were sad
and that when sadness comes he'd remember times that were glad
The words they came up with "This too shall pass" were put on the ring
A ring that gave so much hope and strength to that great and wise king
For now he'd always remember to be grateful for every joyous day
and he'd never give up hope when life seemed to be dismal and gray
And this my dear little sister is a lesson each new generation learns
Nothing lasts forever in this life ...joy and sorrow each take turns."

"What kind of world"

Little Badri misses how happy her life used to be
From the Swat valley her family was forced to flee

She misses her friends, her home and her soft bed
She wonders whose still alive and who is now dead

She misses what was once the most beautiful land
why so much has been destroyed she can't understand

Now in Islamabad she is forced to beg in order to eat
Tears form in her eyes as she walks down the street

Badri breaks the heart of everyone who passes by
As they see this pretty little refugee girl start to cry

What kind of world do we live in when a child only five
Is forced to become a beggar in order to stay alive

More than 43,500 refugees from Swat and Bajaur Agency have sought shelter in the twin cities of Rawalpindi and Islamabad.

"A vow"

That unlucky day American bombs rained down from the sky
and Ghairat Khan witnessed almost his entire family die

It was supposed to been his beloved's sister's wedding day
He had survived only because his car was behind, far away

That this was happening Ghairat couldn't believe his eyes
As he saw the explosions and heard his families awful cries

Of course as usual, the American's said it was all a big mistake
But that make's no difference to one suffering such heartache

What should have been a happy day, now haunts his dreams
Unable to help them, all he hears is the sound of their screams

Ghairat is overcome with such sadness, such unimaginable grief
Only by avenging their deaths does he think he'd find any relief

As he weeps alone at his family's graves one cold, cloudy day
He makes a solemn vow that some how, the Americans will pay

Gardez, Afghanistan - A man mourns at the graves of a wedding party, killed by American bombs by mistake.

"At least you will know"

I was asked by a Pashtana in Afghanistan why I still care
She said to me "You are so lucky to be living over there".

I said, "I don't feel very lucky living here in the USA
it's this country's bombs killing our people everday."

She replied to me, "You should thank god your family fled
had you stayed behind you might be among the dead."

"For you, Mariam Jaan, destiny has something more in store
It is as God willed that you ended up on a foreign shore."

She said to me "If you want, take up your pen and begin to write
let the world know how we Pashtuns are suffering day and night".

As I was writing my first poem, remembering her words I cried
"It might not seem much but at least you will know that you tried."

"Half a world away"

"Come quickly" Shaista frantically cries out to her weary mother
She is standing teary eyed over the body of her beloved brother
Shaista's mother is in shock seeing her only son laying there dead
Gone forever from a single bullet wound to the front of his head

The local Taliban threatened to kill him if he did not join thier fight
They made good on their threats, that cold and dreary night
His brutal murder was meant to be an example for one and all
That death is what awaits you if you ignore the Taliban's call

Such intimidation and terror our Pashtuns now face night and day
There must be something more we can do for them besides just pray
As we sit here teary eyed, safe in our rooms, half a world away

"Endless war"

Someone had said my village was an Al-Qaida base
Without hesitation the Americans bombed the place
So willing they are to believe such baseless, bought lies
Now half my village lies dead while the other half cries

For revenge and money it seems our rival tribe had lied
and for this shameful reason so many of my people died
The Americans said they were sorry, that it was all a mistake
But how much more "collateral damage" can we expect to take

How can I forgive the Americans the deaths of my loved ones
I wept as I saw my neighbors bury thier daughters and sons
It seems as if this "war on terror" is never going to end
And sadly every day we are killed by a so called "friend"

We all wonder what new horrors for us, tomorrow has in store
Since we are caught in the middle of a seemingly endless war

"Peace"

Little Ghani is standing all alone by the river stream
Watching as the sun over the mountains starts to rise
Wondering if peace in his Motherland is only a dream
admiring his beautiful but broken land with his sad eyes

Our land has been called by empires a grave
Yet time and time again they still return
They know our reputation as fearless and brave
Yet thier lesson they never seem to learn

So deep is a Pashtun's love of thier Motherland
To protect the Pashtunkwa all would gladly fight and die
This is something no forighner seems to understand
Though it is something none of them can deny

Sadly it seems this fighting, this suffering will never cease
We must be left alone, alone so we can finally have peace

"We all agree"

We all agree that change is something we all need
We all agree we are fed up with our politician's greed

We all agree that we hate those jahil Mullahs that lie
We all agree that we have seen too many Pashtun's die

We all agree that by "super powers" we've been used
We all agree that by Pakistan we have been abused

We all agree that to be victorious we must all unite
We all agree the time has come to stand and fight

Now we all must agree on how to get things done
For without a good plan no battle can ever be won

"Our children will ask us"

Our children will ask us why none of us stood up for what was right
What will be our answer to those sad faces if we don't at least fight

No Pashtun male ever wants to be made to feel dishonored or ashamed
But if they do nothing, like cowards, for our condition they will be blamed

My sisters from our beloved heroine Malalai of Maiwand let us learn
We all have an important role to play in this battle and now is our turn

We are their cherished mothers, their sisters, their daughters their wives
For their familie's honour we know they would gladly sacrifice their lives

We must encourage all of our men to take some action and to bravely fight
They must boldly face the darkness before there can be hope of any light

"We must get our act together"

Khushal Khan Khattak, I wonder what he would have to say
to those who blew up Rehman Baba's Masaleum that day

I think he'd tell us that the time has come to take a stand
that it's our duty to stand up and fight for our Motherland

That there is no more time left for diplomacy or debate
Nothing is sacred when even our graves they desecrate

He'd be ashamed seeing that even today we do not unite
What are we waiting for? We must together win this fight

We need another Ahmed Shah, a man both honorable and brave
Does such a Pashtun exist or is everyone now afraid of the grave?

To have future generations and to honour our glorious past
We must get our act together soon or Pashtuns might not last

"Wrong place at the wrong time"

Their families were not terrorists.....their only so called crime
Was being a Pashtun in the wrong place at the wrong time

Little Imran watched helplessly as his family and home were blown
Into a million broken pieces by an American Predator drone

Little Meena witnessed a Pakistani soldier take her father's life
As he tried to stop them from gang raping his beautiful wife

Little Adam saw a Taliban put a bullet through his mom's head
She had to go buy milk and for that she ended up dead

So many of our pashtun children are now left helpless and alone
Living in what for them has become a nightmarish war zone

Who is going to take care of Imran and Meena who are now all alone!
flown to God their parents are now in graves below the soil and stone!!

Surrounded by anger, hate, and ignorance this new crop is grown!
Vengeance will be theirs as our enemies will reap what they've sown !


By Mariam Jaan with some help from an anonymous friend


****So many enemies we have against us and among us

"Unimaginable Grief"

When Mirwais and his two sons went to the masjid to pray
It seemed to them to be just another typical spring day

The whole neighborhood heard the powerful bomb blast
Mirwais's lovely wife's heart started to beat so fast

Frantic with fear she ran to the masjid as fast as she could
and sees what no mother's eyes ever should

The lifeless bodies of her beloved husband and her eldest son
In the rubble, she hears the cries of Arman,her youngest one

His little body bloody and broken she prays for him to survive
As she waits what seems an eternity for help to arrive

That poor mother can't stop the tears coming from her eyes
while she watches helplessly as her son slowly dies

Why would terrorists attack such a sacred place?
There can be no justification for such a disgrace

That someone would attack a masjid is beyond belief
Those still alive are left with unimaginable grief

* This is dedicated to all those poor souls killed or injured in suicide attacks at masjids which sadly is becoming a common occurrence. May those responsible for such cowardly acts burn in hell!

"Little Malalai"

The future for our Pashtun girls looks bleak once more
We have gone back in time.......again kor ya gor

Malalai shed's a tear as she misses going to school
She wonders why these mullah's are so cruel

Doomed to being kept from school the rest of her life
Little Malalai wanted to be a doctor not just a wife

It goes against Islam the things these militant mullah's teach
a crime for girls to go to school...such rubbish they preach

Malalai prays every day for the life she once knew
A life in which her dreams she was allowed to pursue



*So many girls now being kept from school.....such a tragedy for the future of Pashtana :(

"Disgrace"

I don't even like the sight of my own face
While Pashtuns are living in such disgrace

How can we so easily be led astray
by the things our enemies say?

Can we not see how we are used?
Can we not see how we are abused?

How do we just close ours eyes
and believe a mullah's evil lies?

Our enemies are cunning and cruel
For too long we've been made a fool

Once again our pride must awaken
Because for now it has been taken

As long as my people keep sleeping
My sorrowful eyes will keep weepin

"Her name was Chaand"

Now all over the world Chaand's screams have been heard
While that day not a single soul in her defense said a word

They just stood there broken, watching in silence
They just stood there shocked, watching the violence

That this is what their life has become, I'm sure they felt disbelief
As they watched this cruel beating, I'm sure they all felt grief

Now every moment they must fear for their families life
Who will be next their sister, their daughter their wife?

These militant mullahs have again made their barbaric policies clear
Only the lucky ones die while the rest are doomed to live in fear

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Chaand was the name of a girl brutally beaten by the taliban recently in Swat. The video of that beating is heartbreaking :(

Serious Issues!

We have serious issues to discuss and we need to start talking about them and figuring out how to fix them. Imagine you and your family had to flee from Swat because of militants threatening to kill you or if it was one of your relatives killed by USA drone attacks or by the Pakistani military in Waziristan or if one of your friends was killed by a bomb blast in Quetta or Peshawar. Open your eyes and think about what we can do to protect ourselves and other Pashtuns..........what happened in Swat should make it clear you can't count on the Pakistani government to save you or your family! It's not just Pashtuns in Afghanistan suffering........it's Pashtun's everywhere who are being oppressed, exploited and butchered .Their blood will be on our hands if we don't do something. Ignoring something doesn't make it go away!

"Almost every day"

Almost every day I hear the Janaza prayers being said
That many Pashtuns every day are gone forever.....dead

So many tears shed on the way to their grave to be buried
The pain of their loved ones as their lifeless bodies are carried

Their tormented wailing haunts me nightly in my dreams
the anguished sound of fathers, mothers and orphans screams

When I close my weary eyes all I see is their sad faces
And I can't help but wonder where will be the next places

It seems no Pashtun family will be spared this cruel fate
The enemy is coming near but we can do nothing but wait


**This is dedicated to all those innocents being killed almost every day by air raids,bombs blasts and suicide bombers who don't even have a chance to defend themselves against these cowardly attacks. Who and where will be next to be attacked ? :( May God have mercy and protect you and your loved ones from this slaughter....ameen!

"Tears"

Naz sits silently in her room half a world away
feeling helpless, like all she can do is pray

Why in God's name are so called "holy" men lying?
Why in God's name are so many innocents dying?

How many more of her suffering people will be misled?
How many more of her people will end up dead?

How many more will believe an ignorant mullah's lies
that murder gets them a ticket straight into paradise?

Tears come to her sorrowfull eyes, tears of worry
Tears come to her Afghan eyes, tears of furry!

"Unity"

Oh my brothers arise ! arise !
Open up your sleeping eyes !

How long must we bow ?
The time for unity is now !

Freedom can no longer wait
And the brave never hesitate!

We must now take a stand
and reclaim what is OUR land !

Live up to your Pashtun name
Or leave this world full of shame!

A man who is truly brave
Cannot live life as a slave

"Silenced"

Do you need more violence
to break your silence?
It comes closer day by day
still u have nothing to say
you do nothing but wait
for your miserable fate
soon you will have no choice
to raise your voice
a bullet through your head
now you are dead
silenced forever

"Extinguished"

There is no hero on his way
it's not enough just to pray

We must look deep within
and give up our greatest sin

Our fiercely stubborn pride
has done nothing but divide

For our existence we must unite
if we hope to ever survive this fight

Or will in history our final place
be that of an extinguished race?

Zma zra.....my heart

The longing of the heart can be heard
Without the utterance of a single word

A tear or a smile often perfectly convey
What my heart only wishes it could say.

Zama watan.......my land

In my land where every Pashtun child learns how to shoot a gun
but few are taught how to read a book
How miserable does the future look?

In my land where religion was hijacked to fuel hate
What can possibly be my people's fate?

In my land where loyalty is bought and sold
Will the truth ever again be told?

In my land where the corrupt and ignorant lead
How much longer will the innocent bleed?

"Afghanistan"

Tears come to our eyes, as memories return listening to a song
About our belovedl Afghanistan, the land where we belong

So much death,so much destruction, so much despair
Sometimes I wonder if those left behind know we still care

But no matter how long from our home we remain apart
Our land, our people, our history, remain dear to our heart

Seems everyday news of tragedy and sorrow
What can we do but pray for a peaceful tomorrow?

We that are here must unite and from past mistakes learn
For we will be the leaders to show the way, when we return