Afghan Women's Writing Project
She is not a commodity to be hidden,
under black Hijab.
Worthless people do not know the worth
Uneducated, like most here,
In my poor province,
They cannot know
the woman as a human
In the village of life.
Let’s move together,
and fight for our rights.
The key is within you.
Open Heaven’s door with love,
With kindness, honesty.
Find paradise where you are.
Khadija‘s father was a serious and angry man. He wanted his son-in-law to hold a big wedding party for him and he thought he should buy lots of jewelry for his fiancé.
Now my younger sisters will not be forced to marry a man who sees women only as feeble-minded, second-class citizens or weak members of society.
The Mullah laughed and turned to the girls and teased: “Oh, I will see how you girls will go to school!”
It is very difficult for a young woman to be a photojournalist in Afghanistan. Every day I face many problems in the city while taking photos.
I have wanted to go to South Africa ever since reading about Nelson Mandela’s hard work for peace and his anti apartheid movement.
Editor’s note: Yesterday (December 6, 2013), the Kabul Writers Group marked the 16 Days of Activism Against Gender Violence Campaign with a workshop on forms of gender discrimination. Here are some of their stories.
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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