Halima Is My Hero

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Many men had eyes on Halima and wanted to marry her as a second wife, but they were scared to propose to her since according to the culture, her brothers-in-law had the priority to marry her.

What I Expect from My New President

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As a result of the last election my country has improved a lot. Today women write, appear on TV, and speak on the radio.

Listen to Me

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I am a girl of a different time, and times have changed.
I cannot live like my grandma did. She was not for herself.

Enter through One Door and Leave through Another

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There was no Internet where I could look it up and I couldn’t ask my friends at school. The Taliban didn’t let me go to school.

Afghan Women’s Rights: “Shaming Your Father”

Shinkai Karokhail

Today, our government wants to negotiate with the Taliban. The Taliban do not even recognize Karzai’s government and the new constitution.

Afghan Women’s Rights: Will History Repeat Itself?

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In the last 100 years Afghanistan has had eight written constitutions. But tribalism has always prevailed despite the laws.

The Burden of the Family Honor

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I wondered why, in some places in Afghanistan, on the night before the wedding, women waited while the bride and groom went to the bridal chamber.

I Am Surviving

Seamus Murphy

In some ways, the orphans and I have a lot in common. We are survivors. Some define a survivor as someone who manages to live through a bad situation. Others define a survivor as one who lives on after their loved one has died. A real survivor is someone who gets through the bad stuff and does not let the bad stuff get in the way of life.

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Marzia grew up in Herat, the fifth of seventh children. She feels her life did not begin until after the fall of the Taliban. She is currently a student, and after her studies, hopes to be a lawyer working for women’s rights in Afghanistan.

A Letter to My Parents

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When I was twelve years old, I had my first marriage proposal. The person was my aunt’s sixteen-year-old grandson. My parents were furious at the boy’s family because I was a child who didn’t know the meaning of marriage.