Street children in Afghanistan work to provide the family’s income.
I was fourteen years old the first time I put my feelings and thoughts on paper and a guest had come to our house from the village.
At the ceremony, my seat was far away from other colleagues, but I had a pen and paper and I started to write the agenda over again.
In a society in which women have few opportunities to claim power, some women decide to use what little power or authority they have to control and oppress other women.
All our lives pass with taking care of someone, so it is important to attend to ourselves when we can.
I don’t judge people according to what they wear.
Editor’s note: Our new writers in the southern province of Kandahar got together to send their greetings to AWWP for Mother’s Day. Here are excerpts.
My mother’s life was more complicated than mine today.
After the arrival of the Taliban, life changed. My mother had to stay at home and she lost her income and all of her independence.