After the arrival of the Taliban, life changed. My mother had to stay at home and she lost her income and all of her independence.
If I had my own life painted by an artist, I think I might choose Jackson Pollock.
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.
Jamila’s family knew about the beatings, but to save their pride, they wanted her to stay silent and tolerate the violence.
Humaira is preparing for graduation this year and then she will go to university. She wants to write the truth about Afgan society’s treatment of girls. “I know that I may not be able to help those girls and women who faced violence but I can at least share their pain and voice with others.”
Her mother was cleaning their home and while cleaning the general’s gun, she accidentally shot herself.
If I could be the head of a television or radio station, I would make a drama comparing what really happens in Afghanistan with what mullahs say is permitted by our religion.
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.