Afghan Women's Writing Project
I remember to clean my office desk, but forget to clean the dust from my heart. This is the main problem for me and may be for you, dear reader!
I love the people of Afghanistan so much. I love this country of stories and hope one day to write every story, describe every smile and every tear.
I am not a doll
Not a toy
I am a woman
There is a world of difference
Between me and you
My western sister
Behind the mountains
The clouds cry
That I can’t see the moonlight
We Women Will Win
I wore my hat and left the shop when I noticed everyone looking at me; they were whispering with each other.
You empowered me when you said, “If I die, I am sure you will find your way, my wise daughter.” I am so very thankful for your kindness—a gift that now, since I lost you, feels like a dream.
One person kills himself
A generation dies
Suddenly, from the corner of the street, another man emerged whose entire hand had been chopped off. The first man began to scream and shout: “Wey, wey, wey.”
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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