Afghan Women's Writing Project
Fear is my friend, love a secret I will not whisper.
“The walls have mice and mice have ears.”
Go ahead and break down all those doors,
closed in front of you. Remove all customs
that harm women in our society. Join
the sun’s light and smile in the face of all sadness.
The same Criminal Panel Code also attempted to bring stoning back as punishment to adultery.
Outside the café window
fall heavy drops of rain to hide
a thousand mysteries,
a thousand sorrowful stories.
The bride and groom were shining with the hope of a brighter future.
Mina was so disturbed from twenty-three pregnancies that her body could not engage in life easily.
No one thinks her long skirt is clean enough to kneel and pray on.
But her scarf is clear as a virgin sky.
When she was a young girl, Zohal’s mother had to marry her to a terrible man and because of the family’s poverty, Zohal accepted it.
She decided to take a stand and not allow him to sell her daughter. She pleaded to her brother to help her and they made a complaint to family court and she also consulted with a defense lawyer.
Fatemah M. wrote poems and a blog while she attending Balkh University in northern Afghanistan. She graduated and works for women’s development in Afghanistan.
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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