| Author | Subject: Re: Afghan Women, then, now and in the future |
| Cecile Wolfe | Posted At 00:39:14 04/24/2003
As a writer, I will speak. AS a poet, I will sing: The plight of oppressed women is prevelant all over the world. I pray that women recieve the education that will allow them to understand and firmly believe that they are the other half of this world and without their part as respectful, protected, honored and blessed humans with every equal right of all humans, God looks down with shame on all humanity. In the eyes of God...all people, men and women alike, are created equal with inailiable rights to speak, breath, and live in such a way that they come to love and honor themselves and others. Until women are treated with dignity. Until women obtain the freedom to care for thier loved ones without restriction, we cannot as a world, call ourselves a humanity. I plead with all nations that opress women: Afghanistan, China, Iraq, Saudia Arabia, parts of Africa, Indonesia, Japan, Iran....lET WOMEN LOVE AND EDUCATE AND SING. LET THEM PERFORM AS DOCTORS, EDUCATORS, AND A PROUD PEOPLE...THE OTHER HALF OF THIS WORLD BELONGS TO THEM! |
| Cecile Sarruf |
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Posted At 12:03:12 08/15/2003 She waits for her husband, while rationing what little is left. Tears feed her garden of shrapnel, myrtle and mint. "Mama look." Her child cries. "Mama look!" "Get away from the window!" She screams. Her child points again to the daylight stars bursting in air. "Mama look!" "Get away from that window!" She screams and pulls her child down with terror. A red wind will pitch the skyline like a blinding biblical plague chasten the eyes of sorrow count the moment of truth not as one moment but an entire lifetime. The woman looks away, with raw fingers, she begins to recount: three potatoes, one egg, no more tomatoes her seven daughters watching, their mouths salivating, "Look!" Her child runs out the door The woman chases after him, her only son. "No!" She cries. From a distance her husband aims: shoot or be shot shoot or be shot shoot or be shot His wife falls her husband's name under her tongue, the wind trapped in her hair. Beyond her line of vision, her jubilant son drinks for the first time in two days. |