We did not bury these children.

They didn’t win from anyone
No one wore necklaces

They are not entertained by giving toys
We did not bury these children

They are red with blood
We did not dye these clothes

I understand that this is my own story
I did not explain these children

What is written is read from the paper
No one’s ears were eaten

Don’t even wear your earrings
These ears are not yet pierced

That cut down all the trees
They say there are no shadows

All girls get tricks
You didn’t eat those tricks

All these flowers are the gift of nature
You don’t smell these gems

These jeweled flowers and yellow dupatta
They did not come from your direction

Bring what you brought from Benares
They are not the clothes I sewed

Even after finding it, nothing was found
I’m not sorry to lose you

The tears you shed in Hijr
Those tears did not come to the eye

There will be a sound of someone sobbing
These bracelets are not worn by me

My eyes are bright now
It’s not even the moon

The court convicted them
But they are not shy either

They mourned the dead unemployment
But not good neighbors

After listening to them, I will be alive again
Nobody sang that song

Who will weigh your chest
I didn’t shoot them

I complain with you
So I’m not your mother’s house?

The afte that have been formed so far
They didn’t show you those wounds

Lyrics: Samina Rehmat Manal