
The Day I Began Writing Poetry
At the ceremony, my seat was far away from other colleagues, but I had a pen and paper and I started to write the agenda over again.
At the ceremony, my seat was far away from other colleagues, but I had a pen and paper and I started to write the agenda over again.
In a society in which women have few opportunities to claim power, some women decide to use what little power or authority they have to control and oppress other women.
All our lives pass with taking care of someone, so it is important to attend to ourselves when we can.
I don’t judge people according to what they wear.
Editor’s note: Our new writers in the southern province of Kandahar got together to send their greetings to AWWP for Mother’s Day. Here are excerpts.
My mother’s life was more complicated than mine today.
After the arrival of the Taliban, life changed. My mother had to stay at home and she lost her income and all of her independence.
In Dari she would say: Ta nabashad chob tar, farman nabarad ghaw wa Khar. It meant that if you don’t beat a cow and a donkey with a wet wood stick, they will never obey you.
I learned from her the lessons of life. Raising and taking care of seven children is not easy.