The Burqa Issue. OF NOTE Magazine. 2016 The Burqa Issue. OF NOTE magazine. 2016 - Page 58

Eyes of My Burqa By NORWAN Under Burqa is a Girl By Nahid W. I burned under the burqa. No one could see my tears, Hear my voice, Feel my pain. No one could grant me my rights, Give me respect, Lead me to knowledge. What was my sin? Being a girl? World is a small word From the eyes of my burqa There is no geography I can’t see my right, Nor can I turn to my left Hot in the summer, cold in the winter. Wearing a burqa, I wear a tent That hides my beauty My mouth is blind I have to eat my voice My hands are locked in a cage Sentenced to move or shake. My legs too ashamed to walk My long burqa sweeps the dust I don’t know who I am under the tent My heavy burqa, You can’t see my pen Nor my paper. Under the burqa I am an Afghan woman writer Searching for a house of freedom © Nahid W., 2015. Courtesy of AWWP. 58 OF NOTE 59 OF NOTE