by Sharifa Ahmadi My elder brother in another province called and asked where I was. I told him I was home after going to the airport. He told me that since he worked as a New Zealand representative in Bamyan province he got a visa and soon would leave Afghanistan…

by Sharifa Ahmadi I dreamt of a beautiful garden With lovely, colorful flowers Flowers blossoming bright, vivid Pretty butterflies fluttering, spinning Birds singing their songs Jumping from branch to branch So much peace and calm Everything in that garden felt like happiness So much love, acceptance, and life What would…

By Sharifa Ahmadi Mother’s love is above all loves Mother’s value is above all values The true love is mother’s love Mother’s love is endless to you Mother puts all her efforts to raise you greatly Sacrifices her sleep to feed you in the middle of night Dedicates her life to take…

by Zaki Don’t kill us we are humans We have rights To study To think We have the energy to rebuild Afghanistan We have the aim to make our future We are about to be removed from our homeland We are about to be dropped from our country Kicked out of our homes…

An Essay by Rahain Rahime I am losing my dreams and hopes day by day as Afghanistan’s situation is getting worse. During the times when I am extremely sad and disappointed, I am sitting alone and thinking about how it would be good if I was born out of Afghanistan. …

A fictional short story by Rahain Rahime My family and I have been living in Kabul, Afghanistan for a long time but, originally, we were from Daikundi. Our economic situation is good somehow and we are keeping the wolf from the door. I am the youngest in my family. I…

By Himat If we compare the situation of women in Afghanistan with other countries we know women are in a very bad situation in Afghanistan. The previous government was good for women in that girls could go to school and women could work outside the home as well as in…

By Zaki The cemetery of blood is here The carpet of blood is here Come to Kabul Fresh flowers dying everywhere See them un-blooming With your own eyes See the corpses Teenagers soaked in blood Come and mourn for our children Cherish these flowers walking to school On their way…