Pakiza, born in 1987, is the daughter of a physician. During the Taliban years, she fled with her family to Islamabad, Pakistan, where she lived and was educated over the next 16 years. Currently, Pakiza lives in Kabul with her husband and daughter. She works as a gender specialist for an NGO dedicated to helping Afghan refugees who are returning home. She has been writing stories and poems since childhood.
Memories
August 3, 2011 2 Comments
My feet tremble … I look back … blurred faces appear, my daughter and
the dreadful home. I chose her, and the dreadful home chose me. I smile as
if nothing happened.
Imprisonment
July 22, 2011 1 Comment
The pain my love pounded in me
is like a stone, heavy and hard.
My love for him can’t lift it from within.
Dear Women of the World
June 10, 2011 3 Comments
We are no longer weak. We are the mothers of the future and what mistakes our mothers made we will not repeat. We will not let anyone steal our dreams: we will snatch them back and tell them this isn’t yours.
My Daughter, Yamna
May 17, 2011 2 Comments
The dream I have for her, Inshallah, is for imagination
that I grew up with in this world. She is 3 years old now
and I will place her in school when she turns 7.
To My Loved One
April 11, 2011 5 Comments
I wish…
I could be the hands to touch you all the time.
I wish I could be your smiles to glow on your face all the time.
She
March 24, 2011 7 Comments
She is the mother, the daughter,
the wife, the sister.
Today is the day to speak of her.
We Will Rise
February 21, 2011 9 Comments
We will rise like a bird in the blue sky of Afghanistan to bring peace
We will shine like a star in the dark sky of Afghanistan to bring brightness
Tears of a Woman, Part II
February 14, 2011 7 Comments
There is a saying in Dari: Zanhai ewar hech waqtai jor na mai ayand—”Two wedded brothers’ wives never manage to stay in one house and live a comfortable life.”
I Understand Now
February 8, 2011 5 Comments
My father combed my hair, held my school bag so my back wouldn’t hurt.
They taught me our traditions, our culture, life.
And struggled to find me the right man.
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