Art of My Life

Nabila-Horakhsh-Moons-Yell

If I had my own life painted by an artist, I think I might choose Jackson Pollock.

The Rain

rainy-sprouting

Some days ago, it was my cousin’s birthday, and I had to travel to my sister’s office, as we both had to go and buy cake.

Hadia introduction

Hadia has happy memories of growing up in Kabul in a family that encouraged her education. She is a university student, plays sports, and hopes to work in foreign affairs.

Unseen Bravery

Freida-and-Malala

When the gunmen stopped the schoolbus, one of them got on the bus and yelled, “Who is Malala? If you don’t answer, I will kill you all.” Malala did not hide, but introduced herself to her attackers.

Distances Between Us

pomegranate-flower

Remembering you, I collected grenadine
I wanted to give you flowers
I loved your beautiful Ahoo eyes

Saving Jamila

portrait-domestic-violence

Jamila’s family knew about the beatings, but to save their pride, they wanted her to stay silent and tolerate the violence.

Love You

eye-heart-you

My eyes don’t tell you I love you?

Humaira T. introduction

Humaira T. grew up in northern Afghanistan. She speaks Dari, Russian, Uzbek and English and is married with two children. She graduated from Balkh University and has worked for several years in broadcast journalism.

Humaira T. introduction

Humaira T. grew up in northern Afghanistan on the border with Uzbekistan. She graduated from Balkh University in journalism and has worked for several years in radio and television journalism. She is married with two children. She speaks Dari, Russian, Uzbek and English.

Lonely

rainy glowing orb

When the spring rain comes falling
and the rain goes down
drop by drop on my face
I remember you.