While knitting woolen booties for my infant twin brothers
Grandma prompts;
'Hey! My little needle
You are a big girl
And wear a bra now.
I could read ther secret heart
Through your talking eyes.
Don't idle in the fields
And bring home nettles.
Keep in touch with the Sunday School
And learn some miracle prayers.
World is big like a Watermelon,
You are an Ant; Not an Elephant
River beneath the singing Mountain is really deep honey
And beware of Piranha! '
* To Aisha, a shy 18 year-old Afghan woman who was sentenced by Taliban commander to have her nose and ears cut off for fleeing her abusive in-laws.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem