Afghanistan | Mohammed Hussain Nawrozi | 2023 tired i am tired from all this agony my being is worn out, it’s stopped making sound i am tired when i look at myself because i can’t change what has happened
Afghanistan | Abdul Ahmad Pouya | 2024 Memory Collage I remember my childhood, when I played soccer and learned to get up after every fall. I remember, when I was seven years old and tended livestock.
Afghanistan | Murtaza Hossaini | 2024 My dear Mazar My dear Mazar How can I draw you? How can I draw paradise for those who don't know what it looks like?
Iran | Ali Tajik | 2023 The Black Cat It’s been a while since that black cat sat in front of my room, in Iran.
Iran | Foad Rahmani Piani | 2023 Autumn Feel Your heart, it’s like a green leaf in my cold hands. You are like the summer sun that heats my icy heart.
Afghanistan | Shahzamir Hataki | 2023 I will always be the wog When I learnt your language, you said “wog.” When I went to school, to uni, you said “wog.” “This is our school, don’t get too comfortable.”
Afghanistan | Shahzamir Hataki | 2023 Among the Fire Devils A cry escapes the throat of every Afghan. A dying person in every corner of this city.
Afghanistan | Robina Karimi | 2023 How can I explain 2002 After many years, freedom had returned to our city. That year, we were born in Afghanistan.
Afghanistan | Tayebah Joya | 2023 Heaven Eyes Like the air after the rain And the sun after storms strike The blue heaven of your eyes is full of strife.
Afghanistan | Tayebah Joya | 2023 You, in a closer frame My evenings bear the taste of boredom and bitterness, like strong coffee, leaking from the pot of my thoughts.
Sarina Mohammadi | 2023 Dark Sounds Morning, tired and alone, I wait for a call or a message. Loneliness breaks fast with me, honey leaves the taste of poison in my throat.
Sarina Mohammadi | 2023 Welcome Guest I am a rail passenger, hours spent in motion by the side of people whose language I don’t understand, never seeing a familiar face.
Afghanistan | Razia Karimi | 2023 The Bundle She’s still there, where the past is still alive, a past that led her youth and the dreams entrusted to her into the wasteland.
Afghanistan | Razia Karimi | 2023 I am here Yes, I am here, right here, by this small window, eyes wet with tears, watching the misty streets of your city,
Afghanistan | Jamal Abasi | 2023 Home of Hope I came to you full of pain and sadness. You wrapped a bandage around my wounds. Everything that I was and am is distant. You gave me back my wings.
Afghanistan | Jamal Abasi | 2023 It Has Stopped Raining It rained, and I stared into the sky. The raindrops bore my memories: Experiences of joy and of grief.
Afghanistan | Kahel Kashmiri | 2016 My Last Summer in Afghanistan …was hot; the rays of the sun burned so much that I could barely work. But is it possible not to work?
Afghanistan | Mahdi Hashemi | 2016 Like An Arrow It took a month: the trip That wasn’t a trip at all, But rather a horror Towards the land of hope.
Iran | Mohamad Mashghdost | 2016 Beginning of life The beginning of life was That I did not exist. There was a mother. She was my God. It was an unrequited love. There was a father. He was never there.
Afghanistan | Samiullah Rasouli | 2016 Women When I say women, I mean real women, Those with eyebrows, real noses, and shoulders. Who belong only to themselves from the beginning,
Afghanistan | Sarah Safi | 2018 Headscarf I thought you could fulfil your wishes in Germany No barriers would be put in your way if you really want something I thought I could take my future into my own hands here
Iran | Mohamad Mashghdost | 2016 Homeland I’ve left my home, my heart. Now it is like sleep and dream And burns in the depths of my body.
Afghanistan | Ali Ahmade | 2016 Tomorrow Be calm, you say to me. Reminding me that you are still there. What will be tomorrow? I don’t know.
Afghanistan | Yasser Niksada | 2016 Traces Be next to me and see What has happened to me. It is over, the trace still in my heart. No room for me to sleep on this bus.
Afghanistan | Shahzamir Hataki | 2017 On security and the little freedoms in Germany Young women are allowed to have a boyfriend here They can go out with them and do things together Afghan girls can’t do that, Except if they are old enough. In that case, a husband is found And there will be a wedding.
Afghanistan | Mahdi Hashemi | 2017 Rules in the Institution If you use the telephone, I’ll take it away from you! I want to go out! You aren’t allowed out in the evening. I want to watch a film! Only until ten o’clock!
Afghanistan | Robina Karimi | 2018 Violence and Pride Do I not have the right to choose my partner? What makes an Afghan woman different from a German woman? Both are women! Is there a difference between being German and being Afghan?
Afghanistan | Robina Karimi | 2018 Is It a Crime to Be an Afghan? Is it a crime, to have been born in Afghanistan? Why do I ask? Because as an Afghan you are treated with disrespect all over the world.
Afghanistan | Shahzamir Hataki | 2016 The Only Son There were 65 people on the boat. The smuggler gestured to a mountain, There is Greece, he said. The water fell around us like walls. The motor stopped. There were many kids on the boat. It capsized.
Afghanistan | Samiullah Rasouli | 2016 Nimruz We sat on the flatbed of the truck, In the desert of Nimruz, when we saw seven corpses. Who had killed these poor people? We got off to look at the dead. The men were young, 20, 21 years old, All dead, except for one. He was still breathing.
Afghanistan | Samiullah Rasouli | 2016 Father A hundred kisses I send to the dust That your feet whirl up. A hundred times melancholy you had to suffer to find bread. If only I could become the calluses on your hand.
Afghanistan | Shahzamir Hataki | 2016 Without You Living my life here without you Is difficult, father. I am thirsty for your tears. And to cry here among these people is difficult, father.
Afghanistan | Samiullah Rasouli | 2016 Love If you love me for my beauty, Then love me not. Love instead the sun and its rays.
Afghanistan | Kahel Kashmiri | 2016 Mother If only you were here, I would kiss your feet. I would bow before you And kiss your face.
Afghanistan | Ghani Ataei | 2016 Hopeless They killed in the village before my eyes. Four days I could not speak. Four days I was mute. Until I understood.
Afghanistan | Somayeh Hasanzadeh | 2017 What I don’t miss about Afghanistan What I don’t miss about Afghanistan: The danger on the streets. In the evening, from 8 o‘clock, no women leave the house alone. Something bad always happens.
Afghanistan | Hamed Baluch | 2019 Childhood Mother stands for love. Mother stands for tranquillity. Mother stands for friendship. Mother stands for redemption. Why do I describe my mother?
Iran | Mahdi Rezaei | 2018 Home Live without home? I don’t want that. Just as the mind can’t be without the body.
Iran | Matin Hosseini | 2019 The Pain of Loss It is very painful to miss someone. Missing someone means that your heart stops beating for a brief moment. Especially if you miss your mother.
Iran | Matin Hosseini | 2019 I Don’t Believe in Truth Every time I hear the word truth or honesty, I laugh quietly and say to myself: You, you, you, don’t be so insolent!
Afghanistan | Yasser Niksada | 2017 On Tehran I myself am only the story of a refugee in Iran. I have burdened myself with the guilt of generations, and am compelled to work it off.
Afghanistan | Yasser Niksada | 2019 You Compared to my pain, you are small. You tell me I take everything away from you. Perhaps I am bad. Perhaps every breath I take annoys you.
Afghanistan | Alidad Jafari | 2019 Sea Enough of the sea, enough of the narrow heart of the sea. Sea, how hospitable you were. God, you have burned our hearts.
Afghanistan | Mokhtar Mobarez | 2019 No Change for Dreams In Helmand, a town near Kandahar, there was war
Afghanistan | Anahita Rostam-Nadjimi | 2019 I have brought with me … My rucksack My little notebook from Afghanistan My padded denim coat, which I used as a blanket at the airport
Iran | Majed Hossein Nia Ragheh | 2019 No longer there Even if the city wanted something different, many wars are waged, with open eyes, far away from you.
Afghanistan | Mohsen Khavari | 2019 Immigrant Swallow The name that has lost its meaning: home. Something that has taken away my identity: home. Meaningless for me, as I am a swallow: home.
Afghanistan | Masoma Ahmadi | 2019 Mine is the Path of Freedom I am a person Who was created free I do not want to be disregarded, without rights
Afghanistan | Kobra Ahmadi | 2019 We Humans We humans have the capability Of saying to ourselves After hearing other people’s stories: If it had been me I would never have done that
Afghanistan | Milad Ahmadi | 2019 Mirror Woke up again Early in the morning But my life still looks like night
Pakistan | Samiullah Beloch | 2019 Empty-Handed I have come empty-handed. But I have brought many things with me. I have brought warmth. I have brought love and loyalty.
Afghanistan | Nabila Nayebi | 2019 Life Life is God’s most wonderful gift; we should use it well, because it is short.
Afghanistan | Mahmud Rostami | 2019 Comparison with Home Ghazni is a beautiful town. In Ghazni there are different fruits: grapes, apricots, apples, almonds, pistachios and walnuts.
Iran | Reza Hossaini | 2019 A Second for the Innocent Don’t be sad about the lost time But don’t forget either To cry For the graves of the women and men
Afghanistan | Hamed Baluch | 2019 Grief The realm of grief owes me a love affair. The burden of grief owes me a life.
Afghanistan | Hamed Baluch | 2019 In the Name of Freedom Home. A place that represents the origins of every person. A place that should represent the beginning and end of my life. A place whose earth I loved.
Anonym | 2019 Unreachable as a Rainbow The big question: dream or aim? Everyone says that dreams are out of reach. I say that dreams do not even exist and have never existed.
Iran | Ehsan Hamidi | 2018 Days of My Life Days of my life have passed. You have to part from friends and relatives, from all things and all people.
Iran | Ehsan Hamidi | 2018 Search for the Dream Night again, after midnight again, and I am still awake again, still awake and searching for rest.
Iran | Rohulla Amini | 2018 Refuge Oh Fatherland, in my thoughts I am still there. I enjoy two privileges.
Afghanistan | Hamed Mirzaie | 2018 About Longing for God Faith is something that all people have within them
Afghanistan | Zahra Sharifi | 2018 Buildings of the Future Every building was once a simple sketch. So do not be deceived. Your Now need not be your Soon.
Afghanistan | Sarah Safi | 2018 Letter to a Girl Friend Greetings, dear friend, Many days have passed since we poured out our hearts to each other. I never wanted to be far away from you.
Iran | Nazanin Jafari | 2018 Never Abandon Hope Everyone can have a good future, Who looks ahead and is attentive And does not repeat mistakes. Learns from them.
Afghanistan | Muska Karimi | 2018 With Fear in my Heart On the day I came to Germany, no one helped me I did not know whom I could have asked for help I did not know where I could have gone
Afghanistan | Muska Karimi | 2018 A Piece of White Cloth It makes no difference Which country she grew up in Which God she believes in Which ethnic group she comes from – Women are treated like objects
Afghanistan | Jamal Abasi | 2018 On the nature of freedom Freedom is a fine word For which much has been sacrificed And which can harbour many dangers
Afghanistan | Elyas Balkhi | 2018 For the children of my homeland Early in the morning, I go to school. Children play in the park, they have teachers. They all look happy. One of them Looks me in the eye.
Afghanistan | Elyas Balkhi | 2018 River of tears Water can have many meanings Water can take many forms Waves of the sea Bend of the river River of tears
Afghanistan | Shahzamir Hataki | 2017 High and Madness Love is a high and madness And strange to the world, She sits there always, from dusk until dawn.
Iran | Mahdi Rezaei | 2018 Love and Separation in Germany Love is a matter that many are concerned with. Some are successful, others fail. What happens to those who love? To those who stay together and those who part ways?
Afghanistan | Robina Karimi | 2018 Alone Alone in a room Alone in the dark Alone and without my family, I learned what loneliness is. It lay down beside me.
Afghanistan | Sadat Pana Sayed | 2018 Compassion on the Back of a Fly In arrogance, humans are destined to fail, Because God does not love arrogant people. Usually people become arrogant As soon as they have achieved a little fame.
