I hail from the storied city of Bamyan, Afghanistan, where the echoes of ancient civilizations still linger, but the voice of Shahmama (the female Buddha in Bamyan) is suffocated! I am Zahra Hussaini and this is my story.
There was no girl to recite the alphabet
And there was no one to write
No one to read
Those sounds, the girl’s sounds
Had died under the brickbat of idiotism
And Buddha collapsed out of shame.
My poetry echoes the challenges in my homeland—Afghanistan.
Despite these challenges, particularly for women and girls, I've found a path of purpose as a UN Volunteer.