Aska has also composed a number of poems that delve into the emotions and experiences of the Kurdish people, particularly with regards to women's rights and freedom.

She uses her writing to give a voice to these important issues, and her poems “The psychiatrist”, “Dad” Object”, “Being a kurd”, and “ Say her name” are a reflection of her commitment to using her art to shed light on important social and cultural topics.

In her poetry work she is exploring themes of love, loss, injustice, or resilience, Aska's poems are always honest, powerful, and thought-provoking, and they have resonated with readers across the globe.

  • Dad

    Let me make you your fav chai

    Don't poison me, I don't want to die

    Tonight let's stay awake and look up high

    Maybe we'll see a shooting star by chance

    We'll make a wish and then we'll dance

    Young girl, why you crying?

    Don't you believe in miracles?

    Life works your way when you're reciprocal

    God, please hear me, I beg

    It all began with his right leg

    He couldn't even walk through the gate

    How much longer do I have to wait?

    I've stayed up all night and prayed

    Stay strong, young girl, don't be afraid

    Actually, say goodbye, the cancer has spread

    Anticipating a miracle

    Your pain was unbearable

    You told me you were unbreakable

    But the doctors said you're not save-able

    You have to take away his pain young girl,

    I need to inject his vein

    His blood is not flowing

    Sorry to say, but he's slowly going

    Doctor, please do something!

    Get his heart pumping again

    It seemed like a game

    But that's how it ends

    I never got to say goodbye

    And now 24 years have gone

    by It feels like yesterday

    We used to dance and play

  • The Psychiatrist

    I know you don't feel your best

    But try to get some rest

    Nothing's wrong with me

    But I'll have a cup of tea

    Take this medicine, it helps

    I know your mind is somewhere else

    I'm trying to catch a star

    But it just seems too far

    Maybe I should get there by car

    Young girl, your dad is in a better place

    No, you can't visit him in space

    Doctor, please find another case

    You can't make my dad erase

    Young girl, his cancer was spread

    He won't return, he's dead

    Doctor, do you believe in miracles?

    Life works your way when you're reciprocal

    Get him out of your head

    You still have a life ahead

    Nothing's wrong with me, Doctor

    I just love collecting saltwater

    Do you still hear voices?

    You know you can make different choices

    We still dance and play

    He even visited me today

    You need to stay here longer

    Soon you'll feel stronger

    One, two, three, do it again

    I want to play this game

  • The Object

    I thought life had just begun

    But here goes all the fun

    Suddenly, I lost it all

    I had no one to call

    This wasn't my life's plan

    I used to love the sun and tan

    You can't choose your destiny

    Why do I have to dress funny?

    Have a family and kids

    No one would want you in a few years

    Don't do acting, it brings us shame

    Say yes, you don't need to know his name

    He is a Kurdish man and has fame

    Acting is just a game

    Don't show your body, it's a sin

    Eat something, you're so thin

    You don't need friends, you have me

    Don't study, no one cares about your degree

    Stay home, cook and clean

    Don't make me create a scene

    Don't complain, this isn't even mean

    I must punish you for being on screen

    Okay, I'm sorry, don't go

    Let's start again, but slow

    Did you ask me for permission?

    You know I make all the decisions

    Who will want you if you leave?

    Do you really believe you'll achieve?

    Sorry again, please don't go

    I want you, but you are so low

    It's all your fault

    I only asked for salt

    This something we can get through

    But I've already met someone new

  • Being A Kurd

    When you have nowhere to call home

    For so long we have been on our own

    Feeling left out and alone

    To the world we’ve always been unknown Hello? We exist and we are Kurds

    For so many years we’ve been unheard

    Peshmergas fought for our land

    Their families ended up in sand

    Kill the Kurds was the command

    Bombing Kurdistan was planed

    You have no land stop trying

    Families getting bombed and dying

    Newborn babies left behind crying

    children running for their life

    Kids getting shot at the age of five

    Many others trying to survive

    People getting buried alive

    Kids hiding from fear

    Coming out when it’s clear

    Walking past each dead body

    Trying to find their mummy

    Mum stops the dead game

    Dad why do you have to do the same?

    It’s hard to breath in this flame

    Don’t leave me alone in this mess

    What is all this red paint on your dress?

    Taking away our rights

    So many cold and sleepless nights

    Staying in the mountains in fear

    Where do we go from here?

    The world forgetting about us each year

    As we search for a new home

    We’d be lucky if we make it to Rome

    How can we not have a country

    That’s how you live if you want to be free

    But we are a big population

    But what about our education

    We have rules and regulations

    This will affect the coming generation

    Culture and language and music

    We will be no one to the public

    To make us no one was their mission

    Dreams goals and ambitions

    Forget it there will be no:

    Musicians, technicians, clinicians

    Physicians, magicians, decisions

    auditions, visions intuitions….

    How is this fair?

    Having no opportunity to prepare...

    Missing out and living in despair

    Not being included with the world is hard

    Nowhere to call home is harder

  • Say her name

    Standing in the entry of Haqqani Highway

    several guidance patrols coming my way

    We are the moral security

    You are not serving purity

    My hair is not showing

    But they force me in to going

    Pushing and grabbing me

    I don’t think they’ll set me free

    Leave her! why do you push and grab

    She’s not wearing an inappropriate hijab

    My sister’s hijab is worn appropriately

    We never get stopped in this city

    She is under arrest

    Go away you pest

    Punch him on his chest

    I’ll handle the rest

    My sister is innocent

    I know she looks magnificent

    Hit him hard

    We are the guard

    Leave my brother alone

    Soon hell be on his own

    Kiaresh is out of breath

    They have beaten him to death

    Take her to the detention centre

    Don’t let anyone enter

    In the van you pretty swan

    It’s called a briefing class in Iran

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    Please stop I am scared

    There’s more to come be prepared

    Please don’t hit me…let me go

    Time to educate you like a pro

    I feel dizzy, let me go

    Let’s all line up in a row

    I feel weak let me go

    Hit her harder head to toe

    I am dying let me go

    Not just yet... die slow

    May the word not forget this

    Say goodbye with a kiss

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    You can beat until I die

    I’ll never say goodbye

    Keep her legs spread

    Make sure she is dead

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    To the women of Iran

    I am beaten but I won

    Women Life Freedom

    Zan Zendegi Azadi

    Zhin Zhyan Azadi

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    Hit her hard

    We are the guard

    Fight for your rights

    As I follow the light

    I am Jina Mahsa Amini

    Say my name

  • Serenade of Lost Memories

    In the ethereal realm where promises reside,

    Amidst whispered farewells, our destinies tied,

    Through the vast expanse of fleeting lives untold,

    We pledged to reunite, our love to behold.

    You shattered my soul, while flames engulfed your core,

    I, a passing phantom, watched you burn evermore,

    Two strangers entwined, our hearts bound by fate,

    Yearning for remembrance, as memories lay in wait.

    Our souls danced, guided by a celestial song,

    Yet veiled recollections haunted all along,

    A paradox of recognition, elusive and unclear,

    Aching familiarity, drawing us near.

    In this cosmic tapestry, fairness is but a shade,

    Promised to find each other, yet memories fade,

    In the tapestry of time, we met as fleeting breath,

    A glimpse of shared remembrance, in the face of death.

    Tears welled, knowing we couldn't stay entwined,

    Fear echoed softly, unsure if another life we'd find,

    Yet your words resonated, a vow steadfast and strong,

    To seek me once more, where souls eternally belong.

    Still, trepidation lingers, doubts taint the air,

    Yearning for another chance, a love beyond compare,

    For in this fragile existence, hopes eternally bloom,

    Where love's sweet reunion dispels all earthly gloom.

    So I shall cherish this encounter, adorned with poetic grace,

    A masterpiece of longing, where emotions interlace,

    Yearning for the symphony of memories to resound,

    Where our souls unite, in a love that knows no bound.

    In the grand theater of life, our love shall persist,

    An opus of devotion, an eternal amethyst,

    For even if this world denies our destined embrace,

    In the realm of eternity, love's glory finds its place.