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...

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. That...

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 will ever...

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 maybe I just...

My Beautiful Dream: Being a Girl Should Not Be a Crime!

Women are human too!   Since childhood, living as a girl and a woman in my country has brought many challenges. I have always tasted the bitter humiliation of being a girl.   We have always been told: “You can’t do this because you’re a girl” or “This is not...

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