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Sister Nahla
Is my savior
She comforts me
When I am sad
She treats me
Like a baby
Holding my hand
When things get rough
She helps me
Solve my math
6+4, 3+9
She sleeps with me
Everynight
Humming father's lullaby
Softly and smoothly
She braids my short hair
So that it stays out of my face
And keeps the Kabul heat
Away
She helps mother cook
The delicious
Rice and beans
I love her
She is my hope
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The Journey Home
PoetryIn this strikingly touching poem journal, follow the journey of a young afghan refugee, Ajani. As time passes in Kabul, Afghanistan, the capital and the city which she was born and raised in, she struggles to find serenity for her and her family. Th...
