I am an immigrant

Apr 5, 2026 | 1 comment

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 off.She is holding...

Girlhood is a room with no lock

Feb 9, 2026 | 0 comments

Girlhood is a room with no lockwhere the windows are always open. It smells like rain caught in hair,like notebooks filled with hearts that never finish closing.It is learning the shape of your nameby writing it on fogged glass,watching it disappear, writing it again....

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...

A Vast Sky

Dec 22, 2025 | 0 comments

It started, with small things as many other things, both writing and publishing them, at least for me it was the case. And like many good stories do, it started with a picture. I was halfway through a cup of chai, scrolling, reading and doing nothing maybe, that I saw...

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 shelters. From border...

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