
I didn’t know walking but you showed me walking.
I didn’t know talking but you showed me talking.

Meena was the youngest daughter of a family of farmers in Behsod, a village in Nangarhar. When she turned fourteen, she was married off to a widower with two sons.

As International Women’s Day is coming on March 8th, I would like Afghan women to realize they can get rid of the violence and discrimination we all have tolerated for decades.

What I wish is that someday violence against women will come to an end and women will become aware of their importance to society and be free to express their ideas and feelings.

I heard a voice and felt led to it, a whimper of a child looking at me.
Her eyes were like bright stars, but behind the light was fear and grief.

Where is my voice? I cannot look at a barefoot, bewildered child
in the wreckage of my land anymore. I must find for myself
how to raise my voice, how to smile with my high hopes.

At night I watch Saturn moving above my street
Incomplete and alone. You, too, dear alien,
Are alone. If you can’t come, send your smile
If you can’t show your face, send your compassion

When I woke up that morning, October 29, 2011, I had new plans and new wishes. I had worked through the night on my assignments and I was excited to get to school. I had written a to-do list for the day. Yet, we don’t really know about the next minutes of our lives. How can we plan for the whole day?