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Voices are getting louder and louder,

Those voices that have always been meaningful

Even when no one heard or cared about them

Those voices that tear the moon, sun, stars—

The sky screams for the sorrowful voices

The sun spreads their sound everywhere

The moon smiles for the chattering hearts of women who always wanted the world to hear

Stars get energy from those voices and shine

Yes, these are the voices of those desperate and hopeful Afghan women

Who were tomboys in childhood, but when they grew up instead of a pen they got a baby in their hands

Who were always thirsty to see the world beyond the house

Who always wanted to take a deep breath in fresh air, but the prison of the burqa became like a part of the body

Who always tried to have a voice, but were silenced

Whose dreams remained dreams

For whom tears, grief, and worry were friends

Who sacrificed their lives for others and never wanted to break hearts

Who gave everything for the world

Now from those voices come magic words:

I am proud

I am a woman

I am not going to dream anymore,

I will make my dreams come true

I am powerful

I challenge the people who hate women

Woman means life

Woman means humanity

Woman means guider

Woman means ability

I will show you that one day woman means power

Life begins with woman

And ends with woman

Is complete with woman