What’s Wrong with Us?

Our family moved to Kabul when I was a year and half. We lived in the western side of Kabul in the early years. It was a beautiful, colorful, lively, and loud city. It had yet another side- the cruel side. Explosions, attacks, violence, unsafe. Poverty was another...

New Marriage Laws for Afghan Girls: The Unavoidable Loss

One day, in 2022, when we left the school for home as illegal students, I suddenly realized a girl in our school who was in grade 8th at the time, probably 14 or 15 years old, was getting married. We could hear the sound of music from the street from the morning, but...

A Day in my Life

When I was a child, in the second or third grade in school, I was a lonely most of the time. That’s when I found writing as my companion on the way. So, whenever I had time or I was free, I used to write short imaginary stories. From then, the last thing I...

I am an immigrant

photo by Tahera K. I am an immigrant Her eyes shine, like two beautiful stones. Her face is covered with her big loose headscarf.A few strands of hair move in the rhythm of wind.She is holding her scarf with her thumb and index, so it doesn’t fall...

Kites Know No Boundaries

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...

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