A Voice Died Inside Me

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

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...

Kabul, too, was not happy

Kabul, too, was not happy… The weather had become bitterly cold. It was mid-November, and as the saying goes, we were nearing the forty-day winter period. The cold wind blew, and yellow, red, orange, brown, and even colors whose names might not exist—or...

If l had entered school with my twelfth-grade books?

Spring feels like a comforting embrace that arrives after a cold and gloomy winter. Each season might have its own beauty and stories, but none can light the lamp of joy in a cold and dark heart like Spring can. Spring gives a sense of youthfulness; it makes you talk...

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