The World Behind Her Eyes

By Maryam Rozizada

Describing her eyes is not easy, because they are not just eyes — 

they are a whole world, a reflection of a free soul and a burning heart.

Every time I look into them, it feels like I’ve stepped into another world. 

They are so deep and magical that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t look away. 


They pull me in, make me lose myself, and gently burn me in their silent fire.

They are like wild flames, with a deep brown color like the warm earth 

after rain, shining like fire dancing in the dark night.

They are a light in the darkness, showing the way even when no path seems to exist.


Their shape is almond-like, beautiful and bold, and 

in every glance there’s a secret hidden, 

as if every blink speaks hundreds of emotions without saying a word. 


These are the eyes of a lioness, full of strength, trust, and courage, 

and with this power comes a soft kindness that melts even the hardest hearts.

Inside these eyes is both fire and freedom, as if no chain can ever hold them. 

Her eyes are like an open sky, wide, endless, and always moving.


Her eyes are a true piece of art, not made with a brush, but with soul. 

So perfect and enchanting that even the artist who once shaped them 

fell into their spell and, in the end, admired his own creation with wonder.

And me, I just want to sit there quietly, and get lost in her eyes forever.

Maryam Rozizada is an 18 year old girl, currently living in Afghanistan. Due to the educational circumstances in her hometown, she has not yet been able to complete her high school education. However, she holds on to hope and keeps a positive outlook for her future. She is passionate about writing and learning, and started writing stories of courage, bravery, and her own experiences and imagination. She aspires to become a published author and share her own book with the world one day.

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