The Eyes Have It

I saw that I chose to write a picture The particular picture I chose to write is a young woman from Afghanistan, estimated to be 12 years old. This picture became famous after the cover of National Geographic magazine in June, 1985. This young lady is very beautiful. She has long black hair and sunburned skin. For me, her face is a dichotomy between rough features that are subject to poverty and war, the following is feminine.

The world will see and see that the pictures of things different from your eyes should be different from what your eyes see. Protect your eyes from explaining. The interpretation of your world will not be camouflaged or distorted by its own interpretation of the world. Your own photo of you

I think various eyes are looking forward to various things. I feel hurt eyes, cunning eyes, critical eyes, gentle eyes. These eyes are everywhere. They are in grocery stores, gas stations, bars and cafés, classrooms and libraries, gyms and book stores. When I was eight years old, my mother and I were at a gas station near my house. When we pumped up, I asked her to give me a chocolate bar and asked, I asked, If I persisted, I know she will succumb to this proposition after all. I ignored her attempt to ignore her attempt, kept her and kept negotiating her. Even if it is not my night, I cook tonight! I will negotiate. I will bring a dog one week before school (which is an attractive offer because it is a winter death in the Midwest)! I cook dogs and walks for a week before going to school!

On the beach where I did not have your first Christmas, on a beach in Ghana, a man walked with a puppy. Looking at the eyes, I see you, the brown soul of your eyes is moist, the human eyes are formed perfectly. I took the dog, pulled him into my face and wept. My face was full of fur. what? In the six years after your death, I knew that disappearance was not a place I could leave. This is my only eternal place, a space formed by marks on your body, the space you wake up every day will fall every night. But this is where I dig, I will try to create it myself. This is because you told me to do. Because I am still your daughter