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....

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...

Yasmeen’s Element

It was Thursday. I woke up early and got engrossed in a book that my professor had recently sent me, The History of Stupidity. I was so absorbed in it that I lost track of time and realized it was almost time to go. I rushed out and reached school by 8 AM. I went to...

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...

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