Afghan Women's Writing Project
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.
Play on the piano, the keys of my heart—
black, white, red and all the notes
The triad holds us —
Life, love, forgiveness
I am an Afghan girl.
How sweet the taste of this word, freedom.
Because I am a woman,
I should not speak my ideas.
I should not have dreams.
I should not play football.
You are the one who does not sleep, but takes care of me.
When I get married, I will have to suffer it alone.
Nowruz brings the warm spring,
making everywhere green and beautiful as paradise
New life starts
Editor’s note: Our writers in Kabul tell some of the ways they will celebrate Nowruz with their families on Tuesday, March 20th: Afghanistan’s New Year and the first day of spring.
Trust an empty soil and it will grow a flower for you
whether or not you’ve seeded it.
Trust is the origin of nature.
Violence burns like a piece of wood in the wood stove
Hidden under the blue scarf, her eyes are black with hot shouting
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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