I would like to invite Ramazan Bashardost to dinner and I would serve him home-cooked manto—a most delicious pastry stuffed with meat—and the famously colorful chapli kebab.
My world is fiction, but it means a lot to me. In my world I can conceal my sorrows behind clouds and paint joy and happiness in a colorful rainbow.
My heart is soft, kind, like a kingdom.
Don’t hit me anymore—I am your wife.
Nelab was born in 1997 and attends eleventh grade in an eastern city in Afghanistan. She says: “I want to be the voice of Afghan women and show the world Afghan women can do anything.”
Look! All my brothers come to my funeral.
Your son is brave.
I am proud of my wreath.
Dear Mother: Don’t wait anymore.
I asked my mom if her vote was equal to half of a man’s vote. “No they are same. One man’s vote equals one woman’s vote,” she said.
Suddenly I heard a voice in darkness. I was amazed – who could have found me?
Your mother wants to hug you
Your wife waits for you
Must your power come
By killing your brothers?
Today, you go to school.
Tomorrow, you’ll want ride a bicycle.
That’s what I don’t like.