Taliban Danger Makes The Poet Nadia Anjuman A Benchmark In Women’s Struggle
The arrival of the Taliban regime in Afghanistan has raised all the alarms regarding women’s rights , annihilated two decades ago during the former Islamic fundamentalist government. That is why these days a poem by the Afghan Nadia Anjuman, who died in 2005 due to a beating by her husband and his family, has gone viral on the networks , an event that did not reach a clear resolution of justice, despite the fact that the husband spent barely a month in jail.
A few months before his death, Anjuman had published with great success in his country the collection of poems ‘Gol-e-Duda’ which could be translated as ‘Smoked flowers’ .
Hers was a testimonial poetry in which the author poured her desire for freedom and which quickly captured the attention of readers for its modern and unaffected language, kilometer zero of the new poetry in her country. Now, when both inside and outside Afghanistan have the worst expectations for women’s rights, the compromising poem has once again become topical.
The poem in question is:
I don’t want to open my mouth
What could I sing to?
To me, who life hates,
It gives me so much to sing than to shut up.
Should I speak of sweetness
When is so much bitterness that I feel?
Ay, the feast of the oppressor
it has covered my mouth.
With no one by my side in life
To whom will I dedicate my tenderness?
It gives me so much to say, laugh
Me and my forced loneliness
with my pain and my sadness.
I was born for nothing.
Anjuman was born in Herat in 1980 and graduated from high school. Passionate about literature, during the Taliban regime she attended clandestine poetry classes in a format that, from the outside, was apparently a tailoring school. Later he studied Persian Literature at the University of Herat. Anjuman felt a deep commitment to poetry, despite the risks that writing posed for her as a woman.
“For as long as I can remember,” he wrote, “I have loved poetry, and the chains with which six years of captivity under the Taliban regime bound my feet led me to waveringly enter the arena of poetry.
The encouragement of friends who thought like me gave me the confidence to follow this path, but even now, when I take the first step, the tip of my pen trembles, as I do, because I do not feel safe from stumbling on this path , when the road ahead is difficult and my steps are unstable “.
In her poems, Anjuman seems to anticipate her own fate and posthumous fame, as her work is today the banner of the Afghan feminist movement. She died at the age of 25, possibly because her husband considered her work dishonorable to his family. He left a baby girl a few months old.