I write to tell you about all the fear we all have in our hearts.
Afghan culture today creates obstacles for us, but when one of us stands up and shows that we can mark history again, we see a remarkable change in the perspective of our counterparts and society as a whole.
Marzia N. was born in Afghanistan in 1987, but from age four she lived in and finished high school in Quetta, Pakistan, where her family sought safety from the civil war at home. After the family returned to Afghanistan in 2005, she completed her university degree and married. She is now studying for an MBA degree. She wants to start her own business.
In each of her white hairs, I could see the history, the terror, the fights, and loss. She was hoping that she might get one more chance to vote.
We were scared as we left the house. But when we saw security persons on all the streets we felt better.
Why should I forgive the people who did this?
Why don’t we learn we are all the same
Why forgive these cruelties.
Beaten, yet undefeated,
she stands with great power
once again to fight.
The Taliban remake themselves with every suicide attack. We see them beardless, in women’s clothing or dressed like western men in T-shirts and trousers.
The first kiss must be saved for him, the husband; the first boy’s hand a girl holds must be that of her husband’s.