I’ve written about the tragic death of the Afghan poet Nadia Anjuman, killed for her gender and her desire to speak. It was her husband and society that silenced her pen forever with violence, but now they have definitively failed, for her complete works have been published on the web.
And some terribly sad words, almost prescient words, they are. From “My Garden”
I would like to fill history with jewels
If society helps me to compose
I will adorn every notebook with my writing
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