Girl Up—on a Bike
It was Thursday noon and I was so scared that they would not let me do it. I went to the mirror and told myself that this time they will let me ride my bike.
It was Thursday noon and I was so scared that they would not let me do it. I went to the mirror and told myself that this time they will let me ride my bike.
I wanted to become a policewoman so I could save people’s lives. I especially wanted the uniform.
Can you hear the voices and laughter of families?
“Win a goal, pass it here!”
Their shouting is soon replaced by cheers.
The stories and poems posted this week were written by girls in Afghanistan participating in the Afghan Women’s Writing Project in small online writing workshops dedicated to teenage girls.
“One day when she entered the class, she was upset, and at the end of the class, she started to cry.”
Girls should never believe only what people tell them or think of them.
The woman was very proud of herself and she told people how “my brides are working all the day without having much food.”
I want to see my country like other countries in 20 years. Everyone should have equal rights, peace, and stability.
People have a saying in Afghanistan about a good girl when she gets married. “The good girl is the one who goes to her husband’s house with a white dress and comes out with a white shroud.”