Women in Afghanistan cannot even speak their hearts to a family member. As I write now about the problems of women in Afghanistan, my hand trembles.
As we walked, I felt as if the trees were talking to me. I felt them say: “We feel you, Roya, we feel you!” There were some tired flowers too. The garden was like a desert without water or gardener. The weather was not so good; I felt it was nervous like me, with the wind throwing dust in our faces and eyes.