Zainab was born in Kabul. She spent the Taliban years in Iran completing a pre-university program in Mathematics. She returned to Afghanistan and completed courses in computer and writing. Her goal is to share her knowledge and experiences with returning Afghan emigrants to help them understand the significant changes Afghanistan has undergone in recent years.
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.
Teach the Children
December 8, 2011 4 Comments
Women need to change. We must take a good look at ourselves and then, bit by bit, the society will be changed. It is possible for us to change the next generation.
Sky Is the Nest of Swallows
November 23, 2011 14 Comments
Sometimes I become sad and whisper: “God, I feel so poor not to have a home on any part of your earth!” At once a voice responds: “Don’t be sad. You are more like a swallow than a flower.
An Afghan at the Orooj School
October 7, 2011 1 Comment
When we reached the entrance, a security guard looked at us strangely, as if he were wondering where these two Afghans came from, or thinking that we must have lost our way. He did not let us through.
Rain’s Owner
September 6, 2011 1 Comment
Even the moon was tired from shining in the inexorable night of the world.
And wanted to say goodbye as the sun left the polluted sky.
But it was surrounded by the circle of wild stars grinning and guarded
because they needed light.
Igneous Weather
August 2, 2011 8 Comments
She was always saying that in Afghanistan, minds grow with dreams and wishes.
But where badness and opprobrium wear the clothes of distinction,
the only wings given us to fly in a real blue sky, among the free stars,
is to terminate this dead life.
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