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...

Afghan Girls and Women are Being Silenced, Literally

As I reflect on my journey, I’m taken back to the day that changed everything. I was in seventh grade, and the Taliban had forbidden me from pursuing further education. But I refused to give up. I continued to attend school in secret, along with a few brave...

Afghan Girls Are No Longer Visible

The sky above Kabul was a deep, foreboding grey, as if the sun had long ago abandoned us. The clouds hung low, like a mournful veil, casting a shadow over the city’s empty streets forever. This was not the same Kabul I had grown up in, where I had seen hope. The...

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