Tears and Joys of an Afghan Schoolgirl

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My mother encouraged me because she was illiterate, and my father encouraged me because he believed in education.

All That an Afghan Girl Needs

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a book to read
a pen to write
school to learn
shelter to spend the night

The Last Letter

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Latifa was in the first position at school every year since first grade.

Winter Reverie

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Reverie of snow
Spreading its white blanket
Covering trees with a white umbrella

Summer Break in the Afghan Winter

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Our winter is different from many places in the world. Due to the expense of heating schools, students spend the three months of winter at home.

For Peshawar

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Your children are our children, our sons and daughters

A Dream

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The charming breeze of spring caressed my face and made everything more attractive—the red and purple blossoms, white clouds and blue sky, the bubbling stream and chirping birds.

I Am Charlie

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The pen in the hand of a writer, a journalist, or a cartoonist can be the voice of people.

The High Price of Freedom of Speech

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Sitting in my room, a writer isolated in exile, I think about the five French cartoonists killed in their office yesterday.

Walking Woman

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This photograph started discussions of whether Muslim women can be forced to wear the hijab.