Post for the Girls Fight Back: http://www.girlsfightback.com/tag/khalida-brohi/ Last year in summer I was in Boulder, Colorado for the Unreasonable Institute, a ten week institute also called a crash course for social entrepreneurs. For the initial weeks I was still trying to get over my cultural-shock + anxiety and confusion of being away from my home, away in America! The name of this country sometimes...
We at Sughar Women Program work in tribal and rural areas of Pakistan and where amazing and inspiring stories from women each day become the reason for our continuations struggle and enthusiasm. We bring you another yet story from a small village and invite you to taste the happiness and pride that comes along with it! The road that leads to this village...
White Rice and Lentils
"the only way out - is the way in" ~ In search of peace
Thursday, March 01, 2012
Peace falls like the leaves of autumn
bright, beautiful but weak...
Peace trickles down like the last drop of water
and the thirsty eyes only see
the trace of wetness
on the dried land
Are we talking peace?
How long will it go
Because my wait tells me
My knees cant hold
My faith might change its mind
and my willpower then might wander in the dark nights
of a lonely desert
following a caravan which only leaves behind dust.. memories and nothing
Peace once flourished on this land
I can see traces here and there
Some tell me bits of it remained
in the hearts
yours and mine
But its been long
long since I listened truly to my heart
and each time the wind blew upon the barren land
dirt covered the traces of peace in my heart
Until one day
there was only piles
of nothingness
My eyes when search around the corners of this world
to find
peace
they never know, that it was
once buried deep down
in the once alive rivers of my heart
and the only way out now
is the way in
.....and to begin
peace within ~
bright, beautiful but weak...
Peace trickles down like the last drop of water
and the thirsty eyes only see
the trace of wetness
on the dried land
Are we talking peace?
How long will it go
Because my wait tells me
My knees cant hold
My faith might change its mind
and my willpower then might wander in the dark nights
of a lonely desert
following a caravan which only leaves behind dust.. memories and nothing
Peace once flourished on this land
I can see traces here and there
Some tell me bits of it remained
in the hearts
yours and mine
But its been long
long since I listened truly to my heart
and each time the wind blew upon the barren land
dirt covered the traces of peace in my heart
Until one day
there was only piles
of nothingness
My eyes when search around the corners of this world
to find
peace
they never know, that it was
once buried deep down
in the once alive rivers of my heart
and the only way out now
is the way in
.....and to begin
peace within ~