Books
Stardust and Sorrow
In Stardust and Sorrow, the poet’s words shimmer like stardust, illuminating both beauty and pain in the human experience. This moving poetry collection captures love, loss, and longing with tender intensity. Each poem is a window into the soul, where celestial imagery meets intimate emotion, creating verses that resonate with the universal language of the heart. Readers will find themselves transported into a world where sorrow glows with beauty and hope is found even in the quietest of moments.
The Garden of Dreams
The Garden of Dreams is a deeply intimate letter to the self and to love that transcends boundaries. Through lyrical prose, the book explores whether love can exist without sight, touch, or meeting—whether it is divine, a reflection of God, or simply a mirror of the soul. With every page, Ramesh invites readers into a dreamscape where memory, faith, and imagination intertwine. This is not just a story of longing but a spiritual meditation on love as worship, self-discovery, and eternal companionship. A heartfelt book for anyone who has loved deeply, even within dreams.
Afghan Lady in Space
In Afghan Lady in Space, Sonia, a young Afghan woman, leaves behind a privileged life to embark on a daring journey to Mars. But her expedition is more than science—it is a profound search for identity, love, and belonging. On the red planet, isolation and longing shape her fate as she crosses paths with Mr. John, sparking a narrative of love and loss. Parallel to Sonia’s journey, a married man in the digital world experiences both love and betrayal online. Woven with themes of resilience, sacrifice, and human connection, this novel bridges the cosmic and the deeply personal.
From Kabul to New York
I dedicate this book to my beloved children:
Noah Hussaini
Miriam Hussaini
Hannah Hussaini
Special thanks to my daughter, Hannah Hussaini, for her invaluable assistance in book design and occasional translation and pronunciation guidance.
Ramesh Mofleh Hussaini, born in Kabul and raised in Herat, Afghanistan, moved to New York, United States, in 2004. Holding degrees in Economics and English Literature from Middlesex University, she is a former professor and advocate for women’s education who founded a private school and service center for Afghan women. Author of Afghan Lady in Space, Stardust and Sorrow, The Garden of Dreams, Aftaab-e-Hari, and The Love I Don’t Have, as well as other forthcoming works, she writes stories celebrating resilience, hope, and cultural identity, continuing to inspire as a writer, poet, and educator.
The Love I Don't Have
I dedicate this book to my beloved children:
Noah Hussaini
Miriam Hussaini
Hannah Hussaini
Special thanks to my daughter, Hannah Hussaini, for her invaluable assistance in book design and occasional translation and pronunciation guidance.
Ramesh Mofleh Hussaini, born in Kabul and raised in Herat, Afghanistan, moved to New York, United States, in 2004. Holding degrees in Economics and English Literature from Middlesex University, she is a former professor and advocate for women’s education who founded a private school and service center for Afghan women. Author of Afghan Lady in Space, Stardust and Sorrow, The Garden of Dreams, Aftaab-e-Hari, and From Kabul to New York, as well as other forthcoming works, she writes stories celebraling resilience, hope, and cultural identity, continuing to inspire as a writer, poet, and educator.
Aftaab-e-Hari
Aftaab-e-Hari is Ramesh Husseini’s upcoming bilingual work in both Farsi and English. Rooted in the rich cultural soil of Herat, this book blends poetry, reflection, and storytelling to illuminate themes of resilience, love, and Afghan identity. Written for a global audience yet faithful to its Afghan heritage, Aftaab-e-Hari promises to be both a personal and cultural treasure. Readers can expect a moving collection that bridges languages, generations, and emotions—bringing Afghan literary beauty to the wider world.
Humans and the Conquest of the Moon
Where words fall upon the page like star-scattered tears:
Why the Moon and Mars, these distant sanctuaries? Because Earth-this wounded, chain-bound world-aches my heart: a place where Afghan girls are driven away from the light of knowledge, while the human spirit cries out toward the heavens with flames of rockets.
O Moon, silver companion, with your gentle embrace of gravity and your seas of quiet dust, you whisper to poets and call dreamers like Musk toward the love of conquest.
I searched, with a trembling heart full of sorrow, to declare: Afghan girls, these broken-winged butterflies, are not victims-they are heroes, with eyes full of stars! Their names must shine in history, like the first kiss of footsteps upon the Moon’s edge.
This book is a trembling bridge-from tears to hope, from science to heartfelt poetry. Read it, so you may fly with me, and entrust your heart to the sky.
قطره یی از دریای دل
گاهی دلم می‌خواهد از تمام هیاهوی دنیا فاصله بگیرم و در گوشه‌ای آرام بنشینم؛ جایی که تنها صدای قلبم را بشنوم و خاطرات گذشته را یکی‌یکی مرور کنم. بعضی آدم‌ها بدون آنکه بدانند، بخش بزرگی از زندگی ما می‌شوند و حتی پس از رفتن‌شان، جای خالی‌شان در دل باقی می‌ماند. من هنوز در میان خاطرات گذشته، دنبال همان لحظه‌هایی می‌گردم که با یک لبخند ساده، تمام خستگی‌های دنیا از دلم دور می‌شد. شاید زمان همه چیز را تغییر دهد، اما بعضی احساس‌ها در دل انسان چنان عمیق ریشه می‌گیرند که گذشت سال‌ها نیز نمی‌تواند آنها را از بین ببرد.
بیا، اگر هنوز راهی برای رسیدن باقی مانده است، بیا؛ زیرا دل من هنوز در انتظار قدم‌های توست. چه می‌شد اگر فاصله‌ها میان ما نبود و می‌توانستم هر روز تو را ببینم، با تو از روزهای خوب و بد زندگی سخن بگویم و تمام حرف‌هایی را که در سکوت پنهان کرده‌ام، برایت بازگو کنم. گاهی انسان تنها یک نفر را می‌خواهد که او را همان‌گونه که هست بپذیرد؛ کسی که در شادی کنارش بخندد و در غم، بدون پرسیدن دلیل، دستش را بگیرد. من از دنیا چیز زیادی نمی‌خواهم، تنها می‌خواهم در میان این همه آدم، قلبی باشد که صدای قلب مرا بشنود.
خدایا، اگر دعای دل خسته‌ای را می‌شنوی، برای من آرامشی بفرست که سال‌هاست در جست‌وجوی آن هستم. به دل‌هایی که از دوری و تنهایی شکسته‌اند، امید دوباره ببخش و به چشم‌هایی که از انتظار خسته شده‌اند، روشنایی عطا کن. زندگی شاید همیشه مطابق خواسته‌های ما پیش نرود، اما هنوز می‌توان به فردا امید داشت. شاید روزی برسد که تمام دلتنگی‌ها به خاطره تبدیل شوند و جای اشک را لبخند بگیرد. تا آن روز، باید صبر کرد، دوست داشت و باور داشت که هیچ شبی برای همیشه باقی نمی‌ماند و پس از هر تاریکی، سرانجام صبحی روشن خواهد رسید.
قطره یی از دریای دل
گاهی دلم می‌خواهد از تمام هیاهوی دنیا فاصله بگیرم و در گوشه‌ای آرام بنشینم؛ جایی که تنها صدای قلبم را بشنوم و خاطرات گذشته را یکی‌یکی مرور کنم. بعضی آدم‌ها بدون آنکه بدانند، بخش بزرگی از زندگی ما می‌شوند و حتی پس از رفتن‌شان، جای خالی‌شان در دل باقی می‌ماند. من هنوز در میان خاطرات گذشته، دنبال همان لحظه‌هایی می‌گردم که با یک لبخند ساده، تمام خستگی‌های دنیا از دلم دور می‌شد. شاید زمان همه چیز را تغییر دهد، اما بعضی احساس‌ها در دل انسان چنان عمیق ریشه می‌گیرند که گذشت سال‌ها نیز نمی‌تواند آنها را از بین ببرد.
بیا، اگر هنوز راهی برای رسیدن باقی مانده است، بیا؛ زیرا دل من هنوز در انتظار قدم‌های توست. چه می‌شد اگر فاصله‌ها میان ما نبود و می‌توانستم هر روز تو را ببینم، با تو از روزهای خوب و بد زندگی سخن بگویم و تمام حرف‌هایی را که در سکوت پنهان کرده‌ام، برایت بازگو کنم. گاهی انسان تنها یک نفر را می‌خواهد که او را همان‌گونه که هست بپذیرد؛ کسی که در شادی کنارش بخندد و در غم، بدون پرسیدن دلیل، دستش را بگیرد. من از دنیا چیز زیادی نمی‌خواهم، تنها می‌خواهم در میان این همه آدم، قلبی باشد که صدای قلب مرا بشنود.
خدایا، اگر دعای دل خسته‌ای را می‌شنوی، برای من آرامشی بفرست که سال‌هاست در جست‌وجوی آن هستم. به دل‌هایی که از دوری و تنهایی شکسته‌اند، امید دوباره ببخش و به چشم‌هایی که از انتظار خسته شده‌اند، روشنایی عطا کن. زندگی شاید همیشه مطابق خواسته‌های ما پیش نرود، اما هنوز می‌توان به فردا امید داشت. شاید روزی برسد که تمام دلتنگی‌ها به خاطره تبدیل شوند و جای اشک را لبخند بگیرد. تا آن روز، باید صبر کرد، دوست داشت و باور داشت که هیچ شبی برای همیشه باقی نمی‌ماند و پس از هر تاریکی، سرانجام صبحی روشن خواهد رسید.
The Strait of Hormuz
The Strait of Hormuz is not merely geography; it is the pulse of the global economy. This narrow passage, only thirty-nine kilometers wide at its narrowest point, connects the energy resources of the Persian Gulf with markets across the world. Millions of barrels of oil and a significant share of global liquefied natural gas pass through these waters every day. Its importance reaches far beyond the Gulf: when tension rises in Hormuz, oil prices can surge, markets can shake, transportation costs can increase, and ordinary people thousands of miles away can feel the impact through higher prices for fuel, food, medicine, and everyday necessities. What happens in these thirty-nine kilometers can influence economies from Asia to Europe and from Africa to North America.
Hormuz is also an equation of power, where energy becomes politics and military pressure becomes diplomacy. A threat to this passage can force governments to reconsider their strategies, push markets into uncertainty, and bring rival powers closer to confrontation. The history of the region shows how quickly a local crisis can acquire global consequences, because the world remains deeply dependent on the energy and trade routes that pass through these waters. To understand Hormuz is therefore to understand more than a strategic waterway—it is to understand the fragile connections between war, peace, oil, economics, and everyday life. If Hormuz falls silent, the consequences would not remain at its shores; they would travel through the world’s markets, industries, and homes. This is the story of the thirty-nine kilometers that can make the world hold its breath.
From Gaze to Touch, Forbidden
If You Place Your Hand On My Chest, Can You Hear It?
That Isn’t The Sound Of A Heartbeat. It’s The Sound Of Your Footsteps, Passing Through The Alleys Of My Memory Every Night.
I Loved You Before I Ever Saw You. And When I Did See You, My World Split In Two: Before You, And After You.
Before You, I Was Breathing. After You, I Began To Live.
I Wish I Could Steal A Moment From Time.
That One Moment When Your Gaze, Unguarded, Fell Into Mine, And I Was Lost In You Forever.
I Want To Frame That Moment, Hang It On The Wall Of My Heart, And Stare At It Every Time I Miss You.
I Don’t Know How To Live With Your Absence.
Like A Fish Taken From The Sea, I Still Thrash In The Dream Of
Waves.
Without You, Every Poem In The World Is Unfinished, Every Song Is Silent.
Come, And Say My Name Once More.
Let Me See If I Can Still Come Alive Just From Hearing My Own Name On Your Lips.
Ramesh Mofleh Hussaini
Ramesh and Your Star: A Journey Between Love, The Sky, and Infinity
Stranger I think I know you without ever having seen you even once What a strange feeling this is as if you’ve been sitting beside me for years while I’m still waiting at the station Stranger, did you also fall in love with a passerby? Did you make a promise to someone who never returned? You came, silently sat inside my heart broke it, and left At night you walked with me in my dreams In the morning when I woke up, your place was empty only your scent remained on the pillow Oh stranger, with every star I see I start to cry as if the whole sky is whispering your name Where are you? Where are you that I’m still lost in your eyes?
Humans and the Conquest of the Moon
Where words fall upon the page like star-scattered tears:
Why the Moon and Mars, these distant sanctuaries? Because Earth-this wounded, chain-bound world-aches my heart: a place where Afghan girls are driven away from the light of knowledge, while the human spirit cries out toward the heavens with flames of rockets.
O Moon, silver companion, with your gentle embrace of gravity and your seas of quiet dust, you whisper to poets and call dreamers like Musk toward the love of conquest.
I searched, with a trembling heart full of sorrow, to declare: Afghan girls, these broken-winged butterflies, are not victims-they are heroes, with eyes full of stars! Their names must shine in history, like the first kiss of footsteps upon the Moon’s edge.
This book is a trembling bridge-from tears to hope, from science to heartfelt poetry. Read it, so you may fly with me, and entrust your heart to the sky.