It was a cold winter day when we arrived. The city was still and calm, the roads nicely asphalted and lined. We walked towards the police building where we had to submit our request. Going to the police frightened me. I had a painful picture in my mind. I had the feeling I was going to jail, or that they may treat us like criminals.
The Smell of Rice
October 28, 2009 6 Comments
I Remember…
October 28, 2009 4 Comments
I remember January. A memorable night, round moon, stars shining in the clear sky, and all because I met you for the first time. / I remember February. The cold days when my friends and I were making a snowman on the roof of my house and you came to help us. / I remember March. We became good friends in English class during a debate about money and education.
An Evening at the Palace
October 27, 2009 9 Comments
The Scent of Mint
October 26, 2009 17 Comments
It was Friday evening and as usual I had to spend all my Friday in the house. I was so tired it was even hard to breathe. But I didn’t know what I was tired of: my repetitive office work, my assignments or maybe my life that was losing its meaning. I didn’t want to talk or hear anyone else talk.
Math Class with Tanya
October 25, 2009 7 Comments
During my first year at university, I had to work to support myself and my family. I didn’t want to ask my mom for money. I knew women love saving money, and my mom was a woman who loved to save money.
Finding a part-time job is like dreaming of going to space! It is very hard, especially since I was teaching English privately and searching for a good job.
News Trip
October 25, 2009 3 Comments
A Blue Dream
October 25, 2009 1 Comment
It was raining. I was walking the dusty streets of Shar-e-naw. The Kabul air was different; everywhere smelled like roses. Yellow leaves on the trees looked like a bride wearing a yellow veil.
It was Fall and under my feet, the yellow leaves made a sound: cretch, cretch, cretch…
I walked on a strange street: half dark and half very light. I grew afraid.
My Home Province
October 25, 2009 3 Comments
The last time I went to Dashte Abdaan was two years ago. After my sister’s engagement party, we went to Dashte Abdaan straight from the wedding hall. It is a desert located between Kunduz and Imam Sahib. It is fruitless; no one uses it for farming.
It was evening. The sun was sitting down when we got there.
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