Wednesday 24th of August, 2016. The fourth day of my second semester. My last class finished at 6:20 p.m. I expected to meet a friend, but she did not come so I finished my dinner and went to the mosque to pray. At 7:04 p.m., I had just finished praying when three explosions went off two meters (6.5 feet) from the mosque. The air turned dark, the ceiling fell upon us. It was hard to breathe. Seconds later, gunshots began. I could not believe what seemed clear: the American University of Afghanistan was under attack.
The 24th of August was the third day of my second semester at AUAF. I had started with so many hopes. I was in statistics class on the second floor of the Bayat Building, listening carefully to the lecture, when we heard gunfire close to campus. Growing up in Afghanistan, we think of gunfire as routine. Our professor continued his lecture. Seconds later, an ear-blasting bomb shook the building and shattered the window glass. The campus was under attack.
She is a mighty woman who has raised her sons, faced discrimination, and solved her economic problems alone.
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.
زندگی آب جاریست. لحظه هاست که مانند آب روان میروند وپشت خود را نگاه نمی کنند.
People from all around are coming to sell more of their possessions so they can gather enough money to move to another country.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we had not returned to school.
بهار زیبا خوش آمدی!
بهاردر راه است.
زنی هستم که خواندن و نوشتن را نمیدانم اما احساسم را به الفاظ بیان می کنم، نامم شکریه است، ۳۶ سال سن دارم ، ۱۵ سال از زندگی مشترک با شوهرم میگذرد. ثمر ازدواجم چهار طفل است.