
My Sister, My Combat
My sisters, you should sleep for all time.
My sisters, the wind will keep your names immortal in the world.
My sisters, you should sleep for all time.
My sisters, the wind will keep your names immortal in the world.
Can you think of nothing to do besides egging on atrocities?
Your generation is as unproductive as a fruitless tree.
Violence is an ordinary part of everyday life in Afghanistan. It starts at a child’s birth, when families and society begin the process of honoring children by gender.
Fariba H. was born in 1991 and grew up in eastern Afghanistan in a family with six brothers and sisters. She attended university and she dreams of peace in her country.
Rivers don’t drain the thirsty lands
The sky is pale and has stopped crying…