When I see girls wearing trousers and carrying a bag I know they are educated and so I ask for help from them.
On a rainy day I will ask them not to enter the room with muddy shoes. Some agree and wipe their shoes and treat me with respect like a mother.
My husband and I are illiterate. When my husband can find a job during the day, we are happy because then we have money to buy something.
It’s not so nice, this differentiation between educated and uneducated persons.
When I start each day I hope that it will be a good day, that my children will be happy and we will have good food that day to eat.
The husband in the family was an addict. He was always clobbering his wife and didn’t pay the family’s bills.
No one helped the children when their parents died. The orphaned children try to work to care for themselves, but they are very poor.
The father of the family was away for four years and when he returned home, he divorced his wife.
In Afghanistan everyone is involved with human rights problems. No man or woman is comfortable and even our children do not have their rights.