Mr. President, I want you to understand Afghan women and our pains. Please listen.
The world is more picturesque with you,
you, who were made to shine,
you, who were made to take my hand
Let’s create justice in our home
We cannot find justice by throwing stones on suffering women.
The meaning of justice is to be equal.
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.