Featured Stories and Poems

Jan. 20, 2012 — Capital New York story on AWWP

From the Capital New York online magazine, a terrific overview of the Afghan Women's Writing Project by Juliet Linderman. In Crown Heights, the Nerve Center of a Project to Mentor and Help Protect Afghan Women Writers On a recent Monday … [Continue Reading]

Writers at the Afghan Women's Writing Project space in Kabul. Photo: Cheney Orr

I Saw a Woman, with Water in Her Hands

One day, alongside the road, I saw a woman, with water in her hands. I was in the car, with air conditioning, but still I felt warm, but that woman, she must bring water from at least 100 meters. I looked at the future of Afghan women— We … [Continue Reading]

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Snapshots from Home, Part II

Editor's note: This is part two of a three-part photo essay. In part one, our writer told how she spent three months in Afghanistan experimenting with what it is like for a woman photographer. She was accused of being a spy. She traveled … [Continue Reading]

Kuchi Family, Herat

A Letter to My Parents

When I was twelve years old, I had my first marriage proposal. The person was my aunt’s sixteen-year-old grandson. My parents were furious at the boy’s family because I was a child who didn’t know the meaning of marriage. In addition, … [Continue Reading]

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Latest Essays and Stories

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My Sister and Me

Then I felt guilty, and I told myself, “God will eat you, Fatima. Stop what are you saying.”

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True Friends, part 2

In high school life, when a new student comes, the other students either become friends with the new student or they try to bully the new student.

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Kabul’s First Snow of 2012

He smiled and then I said, “Snow is very cold.” I wanted him to go back to bed but he wanted to stay and watch the snow. He cried and wanted me to hug him and stay and watch the snow.

Latest Poems

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Let Me Sit Near You

Let me use the dust on your feet instead of kohl on my eyes
Allow me to wash them with my tears and dry them with my hair

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Little Boy

Come on, come on, little boy
hurry up, pick up your toy

Michaeliskirche, Hamburg, Deutschland

A Prayer for Grandmother

That would be my paradise.
I wish I had wings to fly there and stay just for few seconds,
see my Grandma, and hold her hands tight.

Latest AWWP News

Writers at the Afghan Women's Writing Project space in Kabul. Photo: Cheney Orr

Jan. 20, 2012 — Capital New York story on AWWP

From the Capital New York online magazine, a terrific overview of the Afghan Women's Writing Project by Juliet Linderman. In Crown Heights, the Nerve … [Read More...]

Director Stephanie Tait pulls her cast of award-winning New York City women comedians together for a group hug before rehearsal starts.

Comedians of New York Rehearsal

The Comedians of New York for Afghan Women Writers rehearsed last night at Magic Futurebox for the two performances this weekend. Tickets are still … [Read More...]

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AWWP Performances on Jan. 21 & 22 in Brooklyn, NY

 STOP THE PRESS: Saturday Night Live comedian Rachel Dratch will headline the 4 p.m. performance on Sunday, Jan. 22. AWWP is pleased to present two … [Read More...]

The Afghan Women’s Writing Project has been recognized by The Women’s National Book Association and the New York State Division of Human Rights.