Baghlani bread evokes a beautiful side of Afghanistan, but something that might hurt your heart is that Baghlani girls, who are known for making this kind of bread, are forced to marry at an early age.
Doorways
February 2, 2012 Leave a Comment
I heard a voice and felt led to it, a whimper of a child looking at me.
Her eyes were like bright stars, but behind the light was fear and grief.
Eyes of My Burqa
February 2, 2012 Leave a Comment
My legs too ashamed to walk
My long burqa sweeps the dust
I don’t know who I am under the tent
The Mulberry Tree
January 30, 2012 2 Comments
When I was about five years old, my grandmother had a big mulberry tree in her yard. She would sweep the mulberries that already covered the yard in the early mornings.
Chocolate-Flavored Days
January 30, 2012 1 Comment
Running like horses, jumping like deer
Drawing the sun in the mud
Counting the stars at night
My Sister and Me
January 26, 2012 10 Comments
Then I felt guilty, and I told myself, “God will eat you, Fatima. Stop what are you saying.”
True Friends, part 2
January 26, 2012 1 Comment
In high school life, when a new student comes, the other students either become friends with the new student or they try to bully the new student.
Kabul’s First Snow of 2012
January 23, 2012 5 Comments
He smiled and then I said, “Snow is very cold.” I wanted him to go back to bed but he wanted to stay and watch the snow. He cried and wanted me to hug him and stay and watch the snow.
The Marriage Castle of Hopes
January 19, 2012 4 Comments
I was an innocent lover. I loved his voice, and his voice gave me power. I was afraid that this kind of love could become madness. I thought if he doesn’t marry me, I could not live.”
Let Me Sit Near You
January 19, 2012 4 Comments
Let me use the dust on your feet instead of kohl on my eyes
Allow me to wash them with my tears and dry them with my hair
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