Maryam Sami

Maryam Sami was born in Afghanistan. She is in ninth grade. She wants to become a doctor in the future. She loves to read books. She came to the USA on July 20, 2007, and now she lives in Seattle. Maryam left her country because of the bad situation that happened before the war. Before she came to the USA she went to Uzbekistan. Maryam writes poetry in her English class and she loves to read and write poems.


At first, when I started writing poetry, I felt sad because I didn’t know how to write poems. I had heard poems, but I never wrote one. When I learned how to write a poem I felt happy because I knew I could share my feelings with people, so that people could understand what was inside of my heart. I like the way we understood each other’s sadness, happiness, love, and hurt by listening to each other’s poetry.
Self Portrait
Born in a peaceful family,
But in a place of war and violence, Afghanistan.
I heard sounds of fighting and people screaming.
Scared and tired of hearing those things.
The darkness and the fighting would not end
But the hope of a peaceful country at the end.
Now living in a tranquil country
No fighting, no fear of anything.
But the memories of past
Make me feel sad
About the dark and scary time I had.
This is what my life is.
Sometimes cloudy and some times sunny…
Sadness and then happiness.
I am From
I am
From the New Year celebrations,
From music, Dance, and Srodes
Also from Fasting and Ramadan,
Praying to God and reading Quran.
I am
From the beautiful words
Love, Friendship, and Truth,
From using words in Russian, Indian, and Iranian.
I am
From the advice of my dad who
Told me that “Believe in your heart”
“God is with the one who is good.”
I am
From Kofta and rice,
From chicken and Fries.
Also from Strawberries
And red Cherries.
I am
From a beautiful family
From tears in our eyes with memories of our dad,
Also from a truthful mom
Who holds her children in her arms.
I am Afghanian.
Sad in heart, brave in feeling.
My Life is like a Dream that Can never be Forgotten
I remember my beautiful land, Afghanistan,
I remember having fun with friends,
I remember my dad’s wish and hope for me,
“Become a doctor to help the people”
I remember the promise of a friend,
“We’ll never leave each other until the end,”
The friend who understood my feelings and thoughts,
The one whose heart was as clean as a mirror
I remember the death of my best friend
That happened because of war
Our promise was staying together forever
Memories of Nelo, my friend,
Always remain with me,
The dark time when I lost her
I remember the beautiful park
Where all the women go on Wednesday with a new Bride,
I remember the ice cream shop in front of the mosque
Where all the people were going after they prayed to God
I remember the terrorists, the worst people, like wild animals
Who came in and spread fear like a dark cloud
I remember when they had no justice, they made us afraid
They said, “No more schools for girls, in the city where I lived.
I remember my green mother land,
That was destroyed and became full of red blood in the streets
I remember the sounds of screaming
When a mother lost a daughter
When a son lost his father
When a child lost her parents during the war
I remember when my life’s sun came out
I remember when I came to USA like a free bird
My hope is to see my mother land
As a free country forever and ever until the end of my life