Weeping Rose

My heart, along with this rose, weeps for the people of Afghanistan, particularly the women and girls thrust into the medieval darkness of totalitarian dictatorship and gender apartheid. As an adolescent I first read, in a novel of 19th century romance, the term, Hindu Kush. The phrase washed over me like a strong perfume and my imagination was fired. Afghanistan became a kind of Eden - a lush and exotic garden inhabited by beautiful and heroic people - for beyond my reach but enriching my world. Would that I could today enrich the real world of my unknown, but beloved sisters there. I weep, and pray that Afghanistan may see a new dawn. Artist proceeds from the sale of this artwork will be donated to the Malala Fund: https://malala.org.