Four years

August came like a storm in the sky,  

Books closed, dreams began to cry.  

Classrooms turned to dust and fear,  

Hope faded with every tear.  

Four years of silence, four years of pain,  

But the fire in our hearts still remains.  

They took our voices, tried to erase,  

But we are brave — we still find our place.  

Veils on futures, chains on minds,  

Still, the light in our eyes they can’t blind.  

We whisper lessons through hidden doors,  

Learning in shadows, dreaming of more.  

They thought they could break us down,  

But queens don’t need a crown.  

Every girl still dares to rise,  

With freedom burning in her eyes.  

Four years of silence, four years of pain,  

But the fire in our hearts still remains.  

They took our voices, tried to erase,  

But we are brave — we still find our place.  

To every sister fighting to read,  

You are the spark, you are the seed.  

The world will hear us, loud and clear 

Afghan girls are still here.