Category Archives: Tabasom

The Winter of My Country

Last night I asked the sky

Hey why you are dry?

Sky told me:

I am angry with you and

your countrymen

They fight

They kill

They commit suicide

They are cruel

They love blood

More than water

So I am angry.

I looked at the sky, and I kissed her hands

and told her, Dear Sky

You know what you say,

I agree

I agree

But women are not cruel

And children are lovely

They love the snow

So Sky

Dear Sky

Please snow .

I want to make a snow-girl

I want to paint it in my writing.

By Tabasom



When you smile

Pains escape to the mountains


When you smile

The pomegranate flowers smile too


I decided not to be rude again


Life is short…

Life is short…

By Tabasom