I Am Sorry, My Sister
Your words went unheard and you were punished for a sinyou did not commit.I am sorry for the wild behavior ofyour cruel brothers. …
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Fears
Now when I walk in the streetMy feet have no energyI cant raise my head as an Afghan womanI am afraid Like a weak personA toy in m…
Welcoming Spring
Spring, the first season of the yearSpring, the beauty of lifeSpring, the start of planned tasksSpring, the reminder to forget bad…
What Should the President Talk About?
If I were writing the agenda for the meetings in Washington next week between Afghanistans president and chief executive and the A…
Burning Farkhunda, Burning Our Beliefs
I cannot forget the feeling of pride just a few weeks ago when I saw the picture of the president of Afghanistan on television sit…
A Pretty Toy in My Family’s Hands
I was sixteen years old, attending school and thinking about my future goals to be either a doctor or a journalist. I knew nothing…
NAWROZ our pride
NAWROZ our pride Nawroz our identity and we will celebrate it till the last drops of our blood. HAPPINESS or something which bring…
Why Afghan Girls Give up on School
A girl has so many problems in Afghan society and so little freedom that sometimes I think it is as if they are living in cages. M…
Afghan tulips in Nawroz (New Year)
During its 64th session on Feb. 23, 2010, the United Nations recognized March 21st as the International Day of Nawroz, calling on …
She Cries in Her Heart
Yesterday when I got out of my English class, I got on the bus to come home. There was an empty seat and I sat there, but after so…
