My dear sister!
I know how heavy these days and even seconds are on your shoulders. I know that your deep blue heart still has the hope of flying out of this cage.
My little bird!
My sweet nightingale, you have been sentenced to a life in a cage that you did not deserve. Your feathers are so beautiful but the evils of the era cannot see it. I know these days are like stepping carefully on ice in the middle of the ocean. If you try to walk more firmly, the concerns will drown you.
You know, dear sister, watching the sea makes you miss people, but when you grow up, you know that these people and hanging out with these monsters will make you miss the same sea.
Sweetheart!
I know that for two years you have been flipping through the notebook of your life with tearful eyes and you are searching for a word to free your dreams from the chains of wolves who have condemned you for all their shortcomings.
Well, I see that they hurt you more every day. They reject you from the streets and alleys of your city. They think that this is how they will eliminate you.
My dear!
Don’t be sad! It is a crude fantasy that they think they can destroy the greatness of your creation and the elegance of your existence. They have done this to girls many times throughout history, but they are wrong. You never give up on your dreams. If today every time you open your eyes you find yourself in the middle of this hot furnace, don’t be afraid.
Babe!
Try to come out of this test with pride. Because everyone knows how to burn. You will be a model of courage for future generations.
My dear sister!
No matter how much time pressures you, remember this short sentence that I tell you: what will distinguish you will be your big and beautiful line of thought, not the line of your eyes.
My strong eastern girl!
Remember this, your history is always full of heroes. Never back down. The Rabias, the Parwins, the Malalas, the Hutaosā, the Purans, the Farkhroes, the Artemises, the Vertas (philosophers and wise men), and the Yutabs (the first female commanders) have arisen from the heart of your history. They wrote their names in history with their strong hands and never gave up. You can do that as well!
This dark time will pass, but be careful not to slip. Fight for what you want. Don’t give up without fighting.
Stay with me now until the end of this oath and swear on the wounds of our blessed bodies that our voices will never be silenced.
Zahida Younusi
