Afghan Women's Writing Project
I stood with the women—old, young, pregnant, and disabled. No one asked how long they would have to wait.
With each step I felt stronger. I remembered my husband’s instructions, but as I got closer, I began to think, Why? Why didn’t I have the right to make my own choice?
In the second elections I lost two people important to me. They worked as trainers for the Independent Elections Commission.
My speech is written
by my pen on white paper.
Years ago I walked under the warm, hot sun of summer to face the challenges of a newly divorced woman with a young son.
Real Islam says you should have an attitude of justice. But in Afghanistan I see injustice.
It was autumn, but the trees bloomed and people heard on the radio that there would be a new government.
I have been sentenced
in family court for the crime
of being a girl—
No education, No play, No laughing,
Each time the ball flew on the tournament field
Memories of war and misery were destroyed
The ball became a dove of peace
The only reason he wanted me was for getting pregnant and putting out children. That was all I was important for.
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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