Give Afghan Women Credit for Their Strength


This woman said: “I will neither go to my husband or my father, because one of them sells me and the other one buys me.” I am not a piece of dull equipment to be used.”

Open Your Eyes


Look around
God gave you angels

My Journey Toward Knowledge


After the fall of the Taliban, my sisters and I became the first girls in our village to start going to school.

Tech-less Childhood


When I was a kid,
I did not know
iPhones and tablets,
what people did on their laptops.

Gang Rape


She was 18—
returning home from a wedding,
her delicate body exhausted from dancing
and laughing, unaware of the endless night ahead.



I want to live my life like a tree—
grow without limitation,
bloom with no explanation, regulation
and die—naturally.

A Lovely Evening at Home


At 7:30 we pray, then we have dinner and at 9 there is a TV serial called Feriha. We girls love it.

Flood Is on the Way


The thunder threatens,
rapes the women who live this war.

Child of War


Every boom reminded me how I spent my entire beautiful childhood in a war, how we hid under the basement stairs, crying and in hopeless fear of the Taliban.

Sabera’s Story of Resistance


Sabera’s tragic life doesn’t fit onto one or two blank sheets of paper. But I admire her ambition to continue life despite so many traumas.