We sat there for ten minutes when suddenly a vast explosion occurred, the sky was covered with dark smoke, and our ears deafened. The explosion seemed as loud as an atomic bomb. We could see big objects like parts of some vehicles and human bodies flying with dark smoke in the sky. Thanks to almighty Allah that we left our bus when we did. Continue Reading »
We rose early, around 4 a.m., offered morning prayers, and then left home quickly to reach the bus station on time. We wanted to catch ... Continue Reading »
Editor's note: One of our writers is running for parliament in Afghanistan. Though she is working nonstop on her campaign, we’ve asked her to send ... Continue Reading »
They are called by many names in many languages, but I will call them angels of love. Mothers are statues of nature carved from pure love and ... Continue Reading »
Just after I entered the university, dark times came into my life. I was forced to stay home for five years during the Taliban regime. I will never forget this long period in my life. During that time, I didn’t stop trying. I told my parents I wanted to do something. I opened a secret class for English and our own national subjects for girl students in my area.
Adalah Kabiri, a teacher at the journalism school at Herat University, applauded the opening of the center. “This is a very comfortable place for all women who work with the media,” Kabiri said. “This center has opened the door for women journalists and can help women improve their knowledge.”
We went to bed as normal but at midnight, we heard people shouting: “Wake up, wake up! Come out of your homes. Come out of your homes. An earthquake is going to happen in a few seconds.”
Today, again, I am alone / Lost with my memories / I sit in my office chair / Drink a glass of coffee / Listen to soft music…
You are my best friend
You are my best pal
When I am disappointed you make me hopeful
In the palace there is a grave / The grave of a kind man / Where I empty my pains / It is my guest house / I rest on the soil / There is a picnic of my sorrows
“Afghan Women’s Writing Project: Words That Could Change the World” by Kay B. Day, published in the online edition of The Writer Magazine.
An article about Senior Airman Ashton Goodman and plans for a fundraiser for the Ashton Goodman Grant, which will take place on August 27th in Dover, Delaware.
The transcript of a phone interview with AWWP founder Masha Hamilton was published in Brazil’s Época. The article is in Portuguese but you can get the gist of it through Google Translate (if you get an error message, just click through).
We sat there for ten minutes when suddenly a vast explosion occurred, the sky was covered with dark smoke, and our ears deafened. The explosion seemed as loud as an atomic bomb. We could see big objects like parts of some vehicles and human bodies flying with dark smoke in the sky. Thanks to almighty Allah that we left our bus when we did.
Shafiqa was born in Kabul, and grew up in Mazar-e-Sharif. She attended school for a year in the United States and has been writing since the age of 12. Currently, Shafiqa is studying at a university outside of Afghanistan. Coming from a family that shares her joy of writing Shafiqa can’t imagine her life without a blank sheet and pen or pencil.
Salma, a mother and housewife, was born in the province of Ghazni but was raised in Kabul and attended the University there. At one point in her life her family had to emigrate to Pakistan. For a long time she was afraid to write but now with the encouragement of friends she has begun to write for AWWP.
We sat there for ten minutes when suddenly a vast explosion occurred, the sky was covered with dark smoke, and our ears deafened. The explosion seemed as loud as an atomic bomb. We could see big objects like parts of some vehicles and human bodies flying with dark smoke in the sky. Thanks to almighty Allah that we left our bus when we did.
Shafiqa was born in Kabul, and grew up in Mazar-e-Sharif. She attended school for a year in the United States and has been writing since the age of 12. Currently, Shafiqa is studying at a university outside of Afghanistan. Coming from a family that shares her joy of writing Shafiqa can’t imagine her life without a blank sheet and pen or pencil.
Salma, a mother and housewife, was born in the province of Ghazni but was raised in Kabul and attended the University there. At one point in her life her family had to emigrate to Pakistan. For a long time she was afraid to write but now with the encouragement of friends she has begun to write for AWWP.
We sat there for ten minutes when suddenly a vast explosion occurred, the sky was covered with dark smoke, and our ears deafened. The explosion seemed as loud as an atomic bomb. We could see big objects like parts of some vehicles and human bodies flying with dark smoke in the sky. Thanks to almighty Allah that we left our bus when we did.
Shafiqa was born in Kabul, and grew up in Mazar-e-Sharif. She attended school for a year in the United States and has been writing since the age of 12. Currently, Shafiqa is studying at a university outside of Afghanistan. Coming from a family that shares her joy of writing Shafiqa can’t imagine her life without a blank sheet and pen or pencil.
Salma, a mother and housewife, was born in the province of Ghazni but was raised in Kabul and attended the University there. At one point in her life her family had to emigrate to Pakistan. For a long time she was afraid to write but now with the encouragement of friends she has begun to write for AWWP.
The Afghan Women's Writing Project : Dedicated to the Memory of Zarmeena
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The security situation can be difficult for many women in Afghanistan, especially those who are determined to further their education or those who frankly tell their stories. Out of concern for their safety, this blog will not use family names or specific locators.
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