War took my parents from us
War took my book
And gave me burqa
Daughter of War
May 3, 2012 7 Comments
Yalda J. introduction
April 30, 2012 Leave a Comment
Mini-Mal
April 30, 2012 2 Comments
My heart beats and I worry.
I come down from the balcony
and take a bucket full of water for the flowers so that they won’t wither.
An Orphan’s Hope
March 29, 2012 5 Comments
I wish
a warm house
tranquility, a morsel of bread,
and good memories
were our destiny.
Thirsty Wolves and Love
March 29, 2012 2 Comments
In a far place, in the most remote alleys of Afghanistan, underground, in the corner of a dark room, for a woman prisoner, life means searching for sunshine.
But…
March 16, 2012 7 Comments
On one side of our country
People with big smiles on their faces
Welcome the warm spring
A Brave Woman
March 5, 2012 8 Comments
We had an old, gray donkey. I tied my children to my back and started to go to the city alone. It would take one hour to get there. I had my burqa on and my children were on my back underneath my burqa.
A Woman Named Arefah
March 1, 2012 9 Comments
Perhaps you have read about violence committed against Afghan women in media reports, but the one I’m about to tell you is the worst I’ve ever heard of in Herat province.
The Sheepskin Factory
February 27, 2012 1 Comment
They are on the job from 7 a.m. to 5 p.m., picking apart dirty wool and boiling sheepskins with all kinds of contaminants in it, with bare hands. They earn about 100 Afghani (or $2) per day.
Nameless in Afghanistan
February 20, 2012 8 Comments
Death notices are never issued for women, nor is anyone ever invited to a woman’s funeral. Her name will never appear on her tombstone. Yet men in Afghanistan have many details about them etched onto their graves.
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