Biography:
Anila Bukhari, a remarkable young Girl with a heart as kind as the sunflower fields of her childhood in Pakistan. Growing up in a village, she was surrounded by the beauty of nature and the wisdom of her grandmother, who shared tales that shaped Anila’s compassionate spirit. When her grandmother passed away when Anila was just 12, she found solace in writing poetry, a way to keep her beloved granny’s spirit alive.
Through perseverance and dedication, Anila’s poetic voice resonated far beyond the borders of her village. By the age of 17, she became a published author, using her words to advocate for the voiceless in society. Anila’s compassion knew no bounds as she conducted poetry workshops for refugees and orphans in Uganda, Africa, and Bangladesh, spreading hope and healing through her verses.
Anila’s passion for education and empowerment led her to establish Girls’ Education Awareness Day in numerous countries worldwide, impacting the lives of countless young girls. Her efforts were recognized globally, earning her prestigious awards for her advocacy and humanitarian work. Anila Bukhari’s journey is a testament to the power of kindness, resilience, and the transformative impact of a single voice raised for those in need.
Writer of Destiny
Write something bright for those who experience a thousand deaths each day.
Write some smiles for those whose pillows are moist with tears each night.
Write a few pure moments of love for those who could never call anyone their own.
Write a few droplets of soothing dew on their lips.
Write true happiness in their pounding hearts.
Write the fulfillment of unrealized dreams in their eyes.
Write floral bracelets of joy for their soft hands.
Write swinging earrings of solace for their ears.
Even if you write nothing else, dear Lord,
You must write freedom for them.
Poem – Daughters Are Also Sold
In the era of ignorance, it was heard
That they were often discarded.
Mothers would abandon them, and fathers would cast them away
To a distant place where deep wells would swallow their cries forever.
Even today, this tradition persists
In my country,
In remote, desolate regions,
Where the poison of poverty seeps through families.
When a little daughter dons a crimson dress,
She becomes invincible.
All her dreams remain tethered to her tiny feet,
But alas, her laughter never returns.
Her emotions are bartered away,
Her precious eyes lose their value,
And she herself is sold without a price.
Poem – I’m like a star
Give me the freedom to write my own story.
My tears show me the true way.
I am like a star that shines brightly to show the way.
I am like a bird that cannot be caged.
I am like the fire that burns inside all of us.
I am like the raindrop that write its own fate
I am the ray of sunshine that sets everything aglow.
I am like the fragrance that scents the entire world
„A Tale of Love“
In the realm of hair, a tale unfolds,
Of locks that shimmered, stories untold.
Every girl beheld my strands with delight,
But it’s not just their beauty that made them ignite.
For I held a secret, a purpose so grand,
To donate my hair, a helping hand.
To cancer patients, who lost their own,
A gift of hope, a chance to be shown.
One day, I witnessed a girl so dear,
With her little brother, shedding a tear.
Chemotherapy had taken her hair away,
Her brother’s touch, a tender display.
Moved by their plight, I made a choice,
To share my hair, to give them a voice.
Selfish society questioned my act,
„Why lose your hair?“ they did react.
But I stood strong, with conviction in my heart,
For it’s not about losing, but playing a part.
To those without hair, who fight the fight,
My sacrifice brings them a glimmer of light.
As I touch my short hair, a bittersweet embrace,
I feel a sense of sadness, a trace.
But in the depths of my soul, I know it’s true,
My hair may be gone, but love shines through.
For in the beauty of giving, we find our grace,
A chance to make a difference, in life’s embrace.
So let us celebrate the power of hair,
A symbol of kindness, a love beyond compare.
The Moon’s Loving Light
„Oh, Moon, so fair and bright,
In the darkest hour, you bring us light.
Lucky and kind, you shine above,
A beacon of hope, spreading love.
I often wonder, as a human being,
Why we’re not like you, so caring and freeing.
You light up the world, for all to see,
Regardless of who they may be.
When I lay in my front yard, gazing high,
You kiss my tears, as they softly cry.
You’re there with me, in my moments of pain,
As I pour my heart out, like drops of rain.
Why do we hurt, when we could heal?
Why do we break, when we could seal?
The moon, so kind, never loses its grace,
While we humans stumble, in this earthly race.
Let’s learn from the moon, its gentle ways,
And strive to be kind, throughout our days.
For one day, we’ll leave this world behind,
But the moon will continue to shine, so kind.
So let’s be like the moon, spreading light,
In a world that often feels dark and tight.
With love and compassion, let’s make our stand,
And illuminate the world, hand in hand.
Poem – I’m like a star
Give me the freedom to write my own story.
My tears show me the true way.
I am like a star that shines brightly to show the way.
I am like a bird that cannot be caged.
I am like the fire that burns inside all of us.
I am like the raindrop that write its own fate
I am the ray of sunshine that sets everything aglow.
I am like the fragrance that scents the entire world