Life story of Anila Bukhari

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.

Anila Bukhari



Poem - Daughters Are Also Sold
Anila Bukhari

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
Anila Bukhari

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

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