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Thursday, June 20, 2013

The Landay


The following is an example of a Landay - a type of sharp tongued poetry that can cost a Afghan woman her life.

       When sisters
                sit together,
  they always praise
                     their
                  brothers.

    When brothers
                sit together,
     they sell their 
           sisters
                            to others.

"A landay has only a few formal properties. Each has twenty-two syllables: nine in the first line, thirteen in the second. The poem ends with the sound “ma” or “na.” Sometimes they rhyme, but more often not. In Pashto, they lilt internally from word to word in a kind of two-line lullaby that belies the sharpness of their content, which is distinctive not only for its beauty, bawdiness, and wit, but also for the piercing ability to articulate a common truth about war, separation, homeland, grief, or love. Within these five main tropes, the couplets express a collective fury, a lament, an earthy joke, a love of home, a longing for the end of separation, a call to arms, all of which frustrate any facile image of a Pashtun woman as nothing but a mute ghost beneath a blue burqa."

Poetry Magazine

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