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
