Mom’s Hands


You prepared my books, polished my shoes.
You shook my teacher’s hand and told her to take care of me.



Not far from there,
I see her running with joy.
I hear her laughing,
I read her writing,

Beheshta introduction

Beheshta is a painter and poetry writer. She graduated from university in Kabul this year with a degree in pharmacy and she hopes to get a graduate degree in biomedical engineering.

We Need National Unity


We have intelligent politicians, thoughtful professors and experts to help, but the ethnic issue is the most complicated issue in our country and it is not getting solved.

Debating the News


I like to read the news online during the day while I am at work, and then at night I watch Tola TV news at home.

A Glass of Wine


Big questions remained in my mind: Why do people drink wine? How does a man feel afterwards? How does it taste?

The Women’s Bazaar


In the Dur Baba District in the Nangarhar Province in eastern Afghanistan, there is a huge bazaar where people buy and sell their young girls and women as brides.



Black is when you want to say something, but don’t.

It’s a Jungle


When I go to school we get bullied by different people, we get to hear, see, and feel things that can make us commit suicide.

Feeling Better after Diplomatic Visit


Imagining a divided Afghanistan was a nightmare.