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
Our Fault In This World
July 31, 2009 1 Comment
A Dream Was Lost But I Created Another
July 24, 2009 3 Comments
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
A Look at Education in Afghanistan
July 22, 2009 5 Comments
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
Karima – a Poem
July 21, 2009 2 Comments
My Father’s Story
July 11, 2009 8 Comments
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
Childhood Memory: Zainab’s Death
July 11, 2009 8 Comments
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
Hope Always Helps Me Move On
July 10, 2009 7 Comments
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
Narrow Escape
July 10, 2009 17 Comments
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.
From Idyllic Life To War
July 10, 2009 6 Comments
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
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