Kites Know No Boundaries

Jan 8, 2026 | 0 comments

My name is Tahera. I am fifteen years old.Right now, I live in Pakistan. But my story began in Kabul.Kabul was never peaceful, but it was alive. We measured the distance between joy and danger by the sound of explosions we often heard. Snow, cold days, our coal...

The Girl I Am, The Change I Carry

Oct 11, 2025 | 0 comments

They always ask me where I’m from.I say, “Do you want the short story, the long one, or the one I tell when I’m tired?” I am Afghan by blood, refugee by chance. I am from Afghanistan. But I am also from exile. From long lines and temporary...

I, the Dust

Aug 27, 2025 | 0 comments

I am dust. Very small and barely noticeable, but I exist. Once, I was a mountain. Not the whole mountain, of course—just a speck of it. But a mountain is made of countless specks, as numerous as the stars in the sky. And still, can’t we call a speck of the...

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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