If l had entered school with my twelfth-grade books?

Spring feels like a comforting embrace that arrives after a cold and gloomy winter. Each season might have its own beauty and stories, but none can light the lamp of joy in a cold and dark heart like Spring can. Spring gives a sense of youthfulness; it makes you talk...

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...

Review: ‘He Named Me Malala’

I’m slightly ashamed to admit I didn’t know all that much about Malala Yousafzai before I saw Davis Guggenheim’s latest venture (director of An Inconvenient Truth). I’d heard...

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