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I wish it was a dream. 
My life is turned around. 
Sometimes I even want to scream 
But no one will hear me. 
In fact if I will he will beat me up again. 
I wish I was never born. 
It would be less pain in my Herat or any pain at all. 
I was 8. 
I still remember that socend grade. 
I was afraid to come home 
The teachers would ask me. 
"what's wrong Anya? Who did this to you?" 
I was afraid to tell me. 
And if I told them they won't stop him. 
One day I will be happy. 
Going home from school. 
Thinking what should I do. 
I can't run away, 
I have no where to go. 
He will find me anyway 
And beat me up again. 
I know that one day I will be happy. 
There I was standing naked in front of him 
With my eyes are still closed. 
I will naver forget that night. 
He slapped my face. 
I fell on the floor. 
Next thing I felt him kicking me. 
I felt that this pain in my stomach would never go away. 
He kicked me so hard that I felt the blood coming down my mouth. 
But I knew. 
One day I will be happy!!!