Kabul Nights

market stall at night

The stars shine in the night sky
All is silent except the busy street cleaners
Kabul is beautiful in the dark

Because She Is a Girl

girl with red headscarf

Because she is daughter
people say she should have been born
son, that the father is angry

Am I Guilty for Being a Woman?

2012-16days

Marya respected her parents and accepted their decision for her to marry the young man. She was now thirty. The engagement date was set.

The Ambitions of Children

brother and sister

When I was nine years old and my brother was ten, we made plans for 2010. We decided we would be making our own money; we could buy a car, a house, own a business, and make our parents proud.

My School in Jawzjan (part 2)

jawzjan schoolchildren

School starts at 7 a.m. and goes until noon. We would like to serve lunch to the students some day and when we are able to do so, we will keep school open in the afternoon, too. At an additional cost of $15 per student, lunch would exceed our budget.

My School in Jawzjan

jawzjan girl

Five years ago I never dreamed that I would open a private school. But now I own a school where we have 120 students and there will be more in the coming year, enshallah.

My University Days

Kabul University students

I just smile and think / What is life? / Wind blowing / Leaves dance in the trees / Students are passing me / laughing, talking, smiling / Busy friends, happy to be in class

My Morning

dawn-over-kabul

The next morning I had to wake up at 5 a.m. because my brother goes to school at 5:30 and I have to prepare his breakfast. When I woke, I felt very lazy. So I prayed to God: Please make this morning a weekend! But it was a funny prayer because I knew it would never be answered.

Memories of My Grandparents

grandfather

Grandmother gave us nuts and Grandfather gave us rupees. Grandmother always kept nuts in pockets for the children. Because she preferred me, she gave more nuts than she gave the others. I saw how they managed all the children which wasn’t easy because there were twenty children who would come to see them. I liked that she valued me more than she valued the others.

America Imagined

school-bus-kids

When I hear the word “America,” I imagine lots of clean places and people busy with their work mornings and evenings, no time to waste.

Schoolchildren wait in bus stations for their school buses. Some are late and they run for the bus. The air is clean and the children’s clothes aren’t soiled with mud. They all have twinkling eyes, big smiles and dimples.