From Matchbox We Are Here: Writings by Afghan Women

Dearest father, my greatest joy

My father, my blooming joy, owns my soul; I'd die for the dust he treads.

By Orphaned Afghan girls (ages 10-14)

September 22, 2025

Dearest father, my greatest joy.

The most beautiful of all flowers, oh father,

My heart and soul are yours, dear father,

I’d give my life for the dust beneath your feet, father.

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