This literary write up sets as an ode of respect for all the women who have had to suffer the pain of treason. It speaks about an untold saga of lives of women in Afghanistan. Do cast a glance!
In a crimpy hut I lay all day,
Such a tiny home, could we even say?
Just one mistake that cursed her life,
I was in her arms and still she was alive…
All these long years I failed to realize,
The man I called my father was a devil inside.
He came once a week and spoke to me
My mother was our servant who fed us bread and tea
She tried to speak but he’d always cut her through
I felt he was so dear and that nobody knew
She used to stand there alone, weeping her tears;
I kept ignoring like I couldn’t even hear
Always had a dream, to see his home
He said my place in there was never ever shown
She said don’t go!
You’ll shatter to see
That your place in his life is nowhere to be
I’ll die if you leave,
You’re the only one I need
Do me a favour, don’t go please
But I didn’t even see
The water in her eyes,
With a shawl in my arms I walked with the skies
Crossing the hill, the lane finally came
I got his address by just taking his name
How fascinated I was with all this fame
Without even dreaming, he was only a shame!
The whole long day
I stood at his gate
But he didn’t even open dreading his own fate
As Aka had said,
I bled for you, putting pride at stake
And you leaving me alone for his mistake
I ran back to the hill,
Crying back to her
Her arms were heaven, where I’d forget my fear
She was lying there numb,
Under the wind that blew
Her eyes were shut
And I had lost her too….