Featured Stories & Poems
We have survived the unbelievable because of our terrible past. I believe I am ready for a new Afghanistan.
When the wedding party ended she was taken to her in-laws’ home and from the first day of her marriage, her husband and her in-laws wanted her to become a prostitute.
The taste of human rights is like a pomegranate that
cures people from sickness
and like a salt that adds flavor to a meal.
Latest Stories & Essays
After the fall of the Taliban, my sisters and I became the first girls in our village to start going to school.
The day gone is gone forever and only memories remain in the human mind.
When I was a kid,
I did not know
iPhones and tablets,
what people did on their laptops.
She was 18—
returning home from a wedding,
her delicate body exhausted from dancing
and laughing, unaware of the endless night ahead.
Latest AWWP News
Teenage girls in Afghanistan are often caught in a conflict between fear of repressive traditions and brave hopes that their country’s postwar future will improve for women.
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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