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Imagining a divided Afghanistan was a nightmare.
I remembered the barefoot children in the street, the girls and women who beg from morning to night, and the poor men carrying loads on their backs so they can bring home a loaf of bread to their children.
With you, my depressed heart becomes a garden,
the poet becomes a sparrow
With his ideas and poems
He rode with me on angel wings,
And placed a crown on my head,
like the queens of the seven countries
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In this sixth feature in our Oral Stories series, AWWP writers went into the streets of Afghanistan’s major cities to gather the stories of poor and illiterate Afghan women during this holy month of Ramadan, which began on June 27th.
Afghanistan has one of the highest rates of maternal mortality in the world, according to the World Health Organization, whose statistics show one in eleven Afghan women die from causes related to pregnancy and childbirth. Who is to blame?
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