The Scent of Sumac

Jun 15, 2025 | 0 comments

In the old part of Izmir, where the shutters were painted turquoise, however, they never quite closed, Aunt Somaia’s kitchen was always warm. Not warm like the afternoon sun that fell from the red tiles onto the streets, but warm in the way a secret is warm when held too long in the mouth.

Meet the Volunteers: Helen Barnard

May 26, 2025 | 5 comments

Helen Barnard, Me and my Mum Today young girls might think they need superpowers and a flashy costume to change the world. But what about the quiet heroines no-one ever mentions? My mum is one such a heroine whose life speaks volumes.People often said I looked like my...

A Voice Died Inside Me

May 11, 2025 | 0 comments

No one truly understands that death doesn’t always arrive with a scream. Sometimes, it slips quietly into an unfinished sentence, into the trace of a smile that never quite leaves the lips, or into the silent passing beside a wall that no longer holds any color....

The Day No Afghan Will Ever Forget

May 5, 2025 | 1 comment

Today, on the occasion of August 15, a dark day for the people, girls, and women of Afghanistan, I want to narrate the pain, suffering, and restrictions we face. This day revives the memory of the fall of our homeland—August 15, 2021—a day that no Afghan...

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