Find the meaning, and the words will follow
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous), and their doubts about religion.
One of the best articles I’ve read all year. Here’s the link
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“Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people.”
The Painted Veil (2006)
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Dr. Fane
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Who you are is not entirely dependant on your own perception, but it is inextricably connected to the environment around you.
I’m so worried and i think something-
I don’t know how to deal with this stuff by computer is filled with orange stickynotes of feelings and this is uncharacteristic i wish i didn’t feel this way but now i’m crying i can’t
Mirror on the wall, here we are again. Through my rise and fall, you’ve been only friend -
Ambiguity
I don’t feel quite like myself and I almost like it. Someone like you would never be with someone like me # good thinking
It’s like the order of things, you can’t mess with that now can you? Is it weird that I’m really enjoying Hamlet now? Language as a form of communication is way too ambiguous though, I still like math better, why can’t we just say what we mean and mean what we say? Is there a formula to all of this, some steps to achieve the required constant?
Writing the yearbook message forced me to be introspective and look at myself from a distance. Who is that girl in the grade nine yearbook? Familiar and strange at the same time, I wonder how these things work out? Maybe I should take your advice and make the I am sentences, meanwhile, I can only define myself in one way. We’ll save that one for later shall we?
The deadline for success is…tomorrow.
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