Please Pray for My Friend

kabul protestors

They do it in the name of religion. They believe, “their seven generations will burn in the hell if they allow her daughter to marry with a boy from Sunni sect.” This is what mullahs feed minds.

A Beautiful Woman

woman in purple

A beautiful woman is a girl who stands against a cruel community and culture to marry someone who is not in the same sect. She looks for humanity, not rubbish characteristics that Mullahs filled her family’s minds with. This beautiful woman is a courageous Afghan girl who her father takes to kill for the fault of loving someone and choosing her future man. And when her father tries to kill her, she sobs and just says, “Father, I love you, understand me! Don’t kill me for loving someone who is different from us.

A Lively Morning

broom

My broom dances, sweeping the dust
My heart is full of happiness, my feet full of energy
Smell of water in the mud wall makes me alive

I Wish I Were a Bird

Kabul cemetery

I wish I were a bird
to fly beyond the clouds,
go to the cemetery,
sit with dead people,
dance on top of graves.

You: My Beautiful Dream

white bird

I saw white birds. They laughed, stole your hat, maybe for
a new nest, for a new happiness. I know it is your gift
to them, for the ceremony of our love.

Turning the Soil

rose garden

What you should hate is not me but your useless vanity.
What you should ruin is not my mind,
but your sticks, which blacken my skin.

Snapshots from Home – Part III

Man standing far from me, Kabul. He was taking a photo of someone else.

There should be women who dare to take pictures and challenge Afghan male culture. I think everyone has a unique way of looking at things and we should not prevent women from exploring their visions. I do not think photography is a male job. I think art is without boundaries and gender should not limit it.

Snapshots from Home, Part II

Kuchi Family, Herat

An Afghan female photographer has the advantage of gaining access to the private lives of people. It is easier for her to go inside people’s houses and take pictures. If a man asks to go to a house, it is more difficult.

Snapshots from Home, Part I

People in the vegetable bazaar in a crowded part of Kabul

I wore my back veil because I thought it would be more acceptable to dress like a Muslim girl. I thought I could hide my camera under my veil. However my choice was a mistake.

Evening in Mashhad

mashhad shrine

Love is beautiful. It is the need of life. Of course it is not comparable to the love we have for God, but does not the poet say that from earthly love people achieve God’s love? Well, whatever, I like to be loved and love someone. A smile appears on my lips from all these thoughts, and I tell myself, “I am here for praying and not thinking of a future husband. Let me concentrate on God.”