I have a beautiful world in my dreams / My dream world is very peaceful / In my dream world, no one is harmed by another / In my dream world, everyone loves each other / In my dream world, everyone thinks about peace / Unity and brotherhood exist / Women and men work together
Life is difficult / We must fight life’s challenges / It makes me tired / Every time everything is lost / How should we stop living? / How should we live? / We do not know why / we are here in this world.
I have wishes in my heart and mind / to be a doctor in this world
Serve my people / my compatriots / save them from all dangers
My dream was discarded with time / Time showed me this was not my aim in life
Time changed my goals /Which I had in my life course
It changed my life way / As I was thinking every day
It was Thursday, the 11th of June, when I received a call from one of our friends in SOLA. She told me that on the 13th, Mr. Ted (the founder of School of Leadership, Afghanistan) had arranged for SOLA students to meet with Mrs. Eikenberry, the wife of Mr. Ambassador, and to pass their messages and any requests for improving the education system and the current situation in Afghanistan. I
Accept my regards from gardens of roses, from the world of Farsi / poets, from deserts of love.
Nice Karima: / Words are poems. When I write to you, find me and my feelings from / a sky of love.
By knowing our parents, we can better know ourselves. For this reason, I went to my father and asked him to tell me about his life and parents. I learned many things from what my father said about his life and I hope you also learn something. I write this in my father’s own words:
My name is Nasrullah. During my childhood, there were no vaccines for diseases such as small-pox
When I was ten years old, I was a student in a tailoring shop. In my teacher’s neighborhood there lived a family with one son and one daughter. Their son was 7 and their daughter was 14.
In our culture, girls are not allowed to have boyfriends or relations before they get married. But this family’s daughter had a boyfriend without telling anyone about it. The girl’s name was Zainab; she
Once, I was an interpreter for a lady who was making a story on women’s lives in Afghanistan. We went to the Herat Shelter for Women. There, I heard different stories. One is the story of a young Hazara (an ethnic group in Afghanistan) living at the shelter.
“I am happy that I am here with my son, and hope for a much better future for both of us,” said Sara
It was the fourth year of the Taliban government, and sometimes when I was alone on the way to my school, I wore a burqa because I was tall for my age. I was studying school subjects in a secret school that was far away from our house (one hour walking). I and my young sister, who is in college in the US, would both cover our books in cotton, the same way we cover our Holy Quran so that the Taliban wouldn’t know that we were studying.
Here is what life was really like for me.
I was my parent’s second child and though they had two daughters instead of sons, they loved me and my sister very much and were happy with what Allah gave to them.
At that time, we had a private manufacturing company with more than 200 staff. We owned houses, a car, and were financially stable. My parents worked hard to provide the best
The Afghan Women's Writing Project : Dedicated to the Memory of Zarmeena
Security notice:
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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