My Early Life

My Early Life

A few months after we arrived, on a night filled with fear and gunfire, the Taliban reached Herat. From our house, we could see the hills where Ismail Khan’s forces were fighting the Taliban.

The Horse-Cart Driver

The Horse-Cart Driver

In one corner of the street there was a row of horse-carts, all lined up, ready to load the passengers. The carts were colorful and decorated with flowers.

Victim of Virginity, part 2

Victim of Virginity, part 2

I sometimes ask myself why Sumaya didn’t speak up. Why did she agree to her father’s oath that she would never marry? Why did she continue that life of misery? How can this delicate membrane in a girl’s body change her life?