The Woman from Afghanistan

She entered my office in the German town,

Bringing the fragrance of sweet-scented flowers.

She carried her braid like a majestic crown:

A woman who had some incredible powers.

Her eyes were reflecting the world in her soul:

A woman created for love and delight,

But she was in the deepest depression devoured,

Although her strength hid her sorrow from sight.

It seemed all her faith in humans had vanished,

And it was only God who helped her to survive:

She fled from her land, from where she was banished,

From everything dearest she was deprived.

I cannot remember her name, but her face

Forever reminds me the strength of her stand:

A woman, possessing such power and grace

The beautiful woman from Afghanistan.