Afghan Widow
    By Lydia Brackett (USA)

    After trying on the burqa, I was moved to write the following poem.


How Would It Feel

How would it feel
To walk down the streets of your country and not be known

How would it feel
To be enslaved by your own husband
To be beaten
To be raped
To be tortured to death
With meaningless cries for help.

How would it feel
To be imprisoned from the outside
Forbidden to work
To have an education
Feeling life is not worth living for.

How would it feel
To feel unworthy of your own name.