BROKEN AFGHAN
Seeing your homeland come undone is a pain of the worst kinds
My country, my Afghanistan, my people are hurting, they are hurting bad, and there is nothing I can do. Though I am grateful for my life, I haven’t had a life full of just sunshine and roses. But this, this is the single most painful event of my life. All the dreams I hoped and worked to achieve for my country are now like sand that I know has fallen right through my palms.
I am not much of a writer but I don’t know what else to do. How can I tell anyone just how broken I, and I am sure millions of Afghans feel? It’s like you are burning but you don’t even try to run away from the fire because the fire is everywhere. So you just sit waiting for it to eventually end you. Is this it it? Is this it for the millions of innocent Afghan dreams? Is this how the world does away with us?
I always believed in “if there is a will, there’s a way” but I am not sure if I do anymore. The one thing I want most in this whole world is for the suffering to stop. But just as it looks like it might, you are slapped in the face with another wave of hopelessness. I don’t know what I could say or what I could do to help.
After years of running
To find a place called home
I no longer know
If there is one out there for me
After years of believing
That everything will be fine
It’s become so so hard
To hold on to that hope
After years of trying
I thought we’d grown
But then I doubt it
After falling all the same
