
My Afghan girl, get up
Don’t be silent, don’t be crying.
Take the pen, write your future.

I want Frozan’s story to stand as an example of the life Afghan women face as we celebrate the 8th of March as Women’s International Day.

We all live with a hope. In our country, some people hope to marry a good person, some hope for children, some hope for a daughter, some hope for a son. Many wish to have their own home, and some think of having a secure and permanent job.

After that conversation with my mom, I felt that Afghanistan was like a big plant and all the different tribes—Pashtun, Hazara, Tajik—are flowers.

Holding her beloved’s hand the couple left for Ahmad’s house in the countryside. His family was large and they all lived together in a huge house.

Suddenly the army commander stops the film and says to me in a loud voice, “Since you are studying international relations, what do you think about our plans? Should we continue to do these things?”

Living in Afghanistan, I have witnessed many kinds of violence during my lifetime. Afghan men always say that they respect women more than men in Western countries. This may be true, but not within their own families.

The exchange of women to resolve a dispute in a murder and the forced marriage of young girls are two grim examples of Afghan customs that do not benefit women.