Afghan, New Zealander poet Wida Tausif, born in Afghanistan in 1992, comes from a very well educated family; her mother a teacher and her father a ‘government director’ and as has been the case for many Afghans, Wida and her family fled to Pakistan and stayed in Peshawar for the next 9 years. Her father and brother were the only breadwinners in the family at that time and life was uncertain. They decided to register with the United Nations High Commission to find a safer environment for the family to live. Encountering many hurdles along the way, they were eventually granted residency to New Zealand, which Wida felt was ‘the furthest part of the world’….
Wida has just moved to Melbourne due to the earthquake that struck in Christchurch recently. She now enjoys living in Melbourne, a much safer environment where she has an equal chance for a first-class future.
Wida successfully completed high school in 2010 and is quiet content. With a very real talent for writing about her homeland and her many emotional experiences, she puts into words the often traumatic and difficult transition from Afghanistan to Peshawar, Peshawar to New Zealand and eventually to Australia.
Quoting the young woman herself, Wida’s main goals in life are to ‘bring light in my people’s heart and keeping our Afghani culture alive’ by writing and becoming an official representative of her beautiful country. Wida is one of the many young and upcoming talented Afghans who are not only in touch with their roots but also on a quest to encourage others, despite living far away from her beloved country. Wida does this through her beautifully deep crafted poetry. Other communities outside of our Afghan community are captivated by her poetry.
Bernadette Hall, a well known NZ poet, said of Wida’s poem Sweet Afghanistan ‘…reminds me of some of the work of South American liberationist poets, like Neruda and Vallejo’. Wida should definitely pursue her writing. This same poem was nominated in Canterbury during National Poetry Day (competition) 2010.
The vibrant and passionate young woman that wida is, is reflected in her writing, with much to offer readers who would like an insight into the beauty and heartbreak that is Afghanistan.
Wida’s talent and quest to bring honour to our treasured country Afghanistan is very admirable.
'Today brings the end of our trip
our time as a group is now over, that's it
I love the simple word hello
It always rings an enjoyable bell
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A day filled with mourning,
a day when life was so short and dear,
a day that will never be forgotten,
the day sorrow taught us to fear.
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Shabe barat,
a blessing night,
sweets prepared,
... skies lighten up,
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As I walk in the streets of this foreign city,
I remember my sweet Kabul,
The beautiful gardens,
And the fountains.
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Education means proud
Time means important.
Achieving your goals means
you have reached for the sky
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