These words, were written before pen kissed paper, etched in my soul, a mediocre martyr.
This poem was inspired by the "Songs of Love and War" (edited by Sayd Bahodine Majrouh) poetry by Afghan women consisting of a structure with nine syllables in the first line and thirteen syllables in the second line. The women who composed the poems from the collection βSongs of Love and Warβ were from a nomadic group of hardworking people who lived in the harsh desert of Afghanistan. They composed these poems ****** while on the long walks to get water for their families. The poems cite love, honor, pride, war, and martyrdom in a way that is personal to each of their experiences. Many of the womenβs husbands had gone off to fight as part of the mujahidin forces in the mountains. The women's poetry reflects the honor of the fight and the worthiness the soldiers achieve in their lover's eyes by fighting against the enemy. In this poem I present a questioning of oneself instead of a questioning of a lover. As usual, please comment! I would love to hear feedback both positive and critical.