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Wida Tausif
Wida Tausif was born in Afghanistan in 1992. Her family are well educated; her mother was a teacher and her father a ‘government director’. As is the case for many Afghani, Wida and her family fled to Pakistan and stayed in Peshawar for the next 9 years where her Dad and brother both found employment, but life wasn’t uncertain. This led to their registration with the United Nations High Commission, and eventually to live in NZ, which Wida felt was ‘the furtherest part of the world’. Wida enjoys living now in Christchurch, New Zealand where she feels much safer and more settled and has just successfully completed high school. Wida has a real talent for writing about her homeland and her many experiences, often traumatic, in the transition from Afghanistan to Peshawar and eventually to New Zealand.
Her goals are to keep writing and to one day represent her beautiful country and ‘bring light in my people’s heart’ keeping Afghani culture ‘alive’. I think she has the motivation to do this and wish her all the best.
Bernadette Hall, NZ poet, said of Wida’s poem Sweet Afghanistan ‘…reminds me of some of the work of South American liberationist poets, like Neruda and Vallejo’. Wida should definitely pursue her writing. This same poem was nominated in Canterbury during National Poetry Day (competition) 2010.
Wida is a vibrant, passionate young woman which is reflected in her writing, she has much to offer readers who would like insight into the beauty and tragedy that is Afghanistan.
HERE you can Enjoy Several pieces of her poems ,,,
My Sweet
Ed-u-cation
Education means proud
Time means important.
Achieving your goals means
you have reached for the sky
You are on top of the world!
No matter how tough ed-u-cation
is Never give up, you come first in life.
To be successful in life,
They say you must be ed-u-cated.
I say I use my time They say
I’m successful I say I never gave up!
By Wida Tausif
My Sweet Afghanistan
As I walk in the streets of this foreign city,
I remember my sweet Kabul,
The beautiful gardens,
And the fountains.
Oh my sweet Afghans,
I’m the Afghan who has awoken
My nation’s anger has empowered me
My ruined and burnt villages have filled me
With hatred against the enemy,
I’ve found my path and will never return,
I’ve opened and closed doors of ignorance,
I’ve said farewell to my beautiful country,
I’ve seen barefoot and homeless children,
I’ve seen those children trying to find freedom in the last breaths,
In the waves of blood and in victory,
Oh my sweet Afghans,
With all my strength I’m with you,
Walking towards emancipation,
I’ve stepped up to the path of my nation,
To break all these sufferings,
All these chains of slavery,
I hope one day I could transform my country from oppression,
Injustice
To freedom and justice,
That’s my only dream…
wida Tausif
The New great and talented young Afghan poet Wida Tausif
The New great and talented young Afghan poet Wida Tausif
Wida Tausif
Wida Tausif
Eid mubarak,
Eid amad ay doste aziz,
salam megam baret
eid e pur az khushi wa sahadat mekhayam baret,
che shabe zeba ast,
sitera ha dar asman mederukhshand,
hama lab khandan,
dast ha pur az hena ast,
che khush megzaret emshab,
eidet mubarak
wida Tausif
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Life is grief,
Life is Love,
Life is amusement,
Life is gaining everyone,
and yourself,
Life is losing loved ones.
Life is something,
that you got to live with it,
no matter how tough it is.
There are times when you go through terrible sitautions,
be strong,
because life is too short.
For some life is entertainment,
and for some life is dull.
There are times when you think,
you have lost everything in life,
but never be hopeless,
because life is full of opportunities
You are the only person,
I've got in this beautiful world.
You are my only hope,
I can't live without you!
Without you,
life is like hell for me,
No one can ever take your place.
Please don't leave me,
you gave me so much hope,
and now you're saying,
you want to leave me?
I hate this part!
You leaving me,
will bring an end to my life.
I have got a true grief,
I swear i have got a grief.
I just can't take this anymore,
my wound can't be cured by medications.
Tell me what i have done,
why are you pushing me away?
what do you want from this broken heart
saal now bar hamagy mubarak,
saal pur barakat baraytan mekhawaham,
eid wa nowroz man tuye kishware aziz,
goftan ke nowbaharan az yaad raftany nest,
goftan watan az yaad raftany nest,
goftan watan yane chi wayran wa chi abaad,
goftan watan yane chi khushi wa che gham,
goftan watan yane hameen ja yane afghanistan..
My heart is wounded,
My loved ones talk with pride,
after making my heart bleed,
nobody should listen to them.
Deception of people have given me pain.
No peace in my day,
Neither peace in my night,
i'll leave this world,
and never return.
When my funeral procession passes peoples home,
the neighbourhood of my heart will ache.
When the story of my life will end,
people will shed tears,
They will realise how much pain they'd given me,
they will feel the pain.
to be continued.
22nd February 2011 Christchurch Earthquake
A day filled with mourning,
a day when life was so short and dear,
a day that will never be forgotten,
the day sorrow taught us to fear.
The day the earth raged a storm,
and destroyed my beautiful town,
took hundreds of lives.
Drop by drop,
tears dropped of the canterburians' faces,
they were left with the entire world’s grief,
on their shoulders.
Some lost their loved ones,
and some were left alone,
with a wounded heart.
Loved ones buried under rubble,
feeling hungry, thirsty, weak, bleeding,
and waiting for some small relief
from this grief.
Dear Lord,
protect and comfort all the canterburians.
Dear Lord
Give us courage,
strength to get through this terrible time
and heal the sick and wounded
Dear Lord,
take care of those whose loved ones,
are lost and injured
Even with the loss and lack
remains a small hope,
that someone will walk out of the building alive….
By:Wida Tausif
more soon to come