After graduating from a high school in Pakistan, Maryam A. returned to Afghanistan and started high school over again so she would be able to write in Dari and learn Afghanistan’s history and geography. She recently graduated from a university in Afghanistan in the Islamic Law Faculty and is searching for scholarships so she can undertake her Master’s degree.
My School in Jawzjan (part 2)
My School in Jawzjan
My University Days
My Morning
Memories of My Grandparents

Grandmother gave us nuts and Grandfather gave us rupees. Grandmother always kept nuts in pockets for the children. Because she preferred me, she gave more nuts than she gave the others. I saw how they managed all the children which wasn’t easy because there were twenty children who would come to see them. I liked that she valued me more than she valued the others.
America Imagined

When I hear the word “America,” I imagine lots of clean places and people busy with their work mornings and evenings, no time to waste.
Schoolchildren wait in bus stations for their school buses. Some are late and they run for the bus. The air is clean and the children’s clothes aren’t soiled with mud. They all have twinkling eyes, big smiles and dimples.




