We have survived the unbelievable because of our terrible past. I believe I am ready for a new Afghanistan.
Women are stronger than stone and softer than feather, more beautiful than the moon, brighter than sun.
Can I read books?
Can I have friends?
Can I laugh?
Every country has its legends, honored names
who fought, and showed us how to fight.
A girl in my country reads their stories
And is given hope.
My fears about the coming year 2014 are getting darker. What will happen to our country?
I am an eighteen-year-old Muslim girl. When I travel beyond the Afghanistan borders, I feel people look at me like I am a terrorist, but when I look in the mirror I see only myself.
The rose slowly, slowly grows and develops roots in the ground, as we did during the time of the Taliban when we women were left alone without our rights. We lived for years, brutalized; we made history.
This new year of 2014 there should be a new Afghanistan. We will step away from everything and start something new that depends only on us and Afghanistan.
We follow our Islam sayings but we can’t ride a bicycle with hijab. We can’t study and concentrate with hijab. We can’t eat ice cream in the park with hijab.