It is the story of the nation’s martyrs
از خونهای ناحق دوشیزه گان تر است
It is more than the unjust blood of maidens
They battled against the Russians
جان را فدای نخوت و ناموس کرده اند
They sacrificed their lives for pride and honorاین دختران،
On the Stonecutter street
کرده حنا و غازه شادی ز خون سرخ
Henna and clamor covered from red blood
Challenging the Red Army’s blade,
they scoffed at those of us alive
تکبیر حق بلب، پي ی آزاده گان زدند
Justice echoed, followed by a march of freedom
از خون نهاده مهر روی پیام حق
The message of freedom stamped with blood
فارغ ز درد و رنج, روانشاد گشته اند
Relieved from suffering, they now rest in peace
From a barbaric captivity
تا چشم شان ز شرم نیفتد به روی ننگ
Until their eyes fell upon the shame of dishonor
رو در نقاب خاک کشیدند بی درنگ
At once, their faces fell upon the soil
این دختران بجنگ نبسته میان خویش
These girls did not fight in the war
except with their tongues
فریاد از اسارت و بیداد کرده اند
They shouted against bondage and injustice
شیون بنام کشور آزاد کرده اند
They cried in the name of a liberated nation
اینان مثال غیرت و ایمان کشورند
These are symbols of the country’s zeal and devotion
جاوید زنده در دل و وجدان کشورند
They are immortal in our hearts and the conscience of the nation
ین دختران خاطره ی عشق میهن اند
These girls are the memory of the love of the homeland
قربانیان وحشت و بیداد دشمن اند
They are the martyrs and enemies of terror and oppression
Since they are not alive like us
آزاد می زیند، چو ما بنده نیستند
They remain free, they are not bound like us
Nahid, a 12th grader at Rabia Balkhi, was one of the protest organizers matching against the invading USSR army on May 30, 1980.
She shouted at an officer, “Hey, you coward! Since you are incapable of defending your honor, you are not a man anymore. Here, take my veil, put it on your head, and give me your weapon. We women will be better at defending this country than you are.” (* From “Songs of Love and War: Afghan Women’s Poetry” by Sayd Bahodine Majrouh)
Nahid and others died in the protest.
Moved by the valor of Nahid and the women protestors, the seasoned Afghan diplomate and writer Abdul Rahman Pazhwak penned his poem “Nahid-nama.”
“I dedicate this story to Nahid Shahid and her sisters and all Afghan women who rose against the Red Army inside and outside the country.”
Translated from the Farsi Dari by Farhad Azad
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