Women’s Voices

Narrator: Maryam Monfared Four springs and autumns have passed since the doors of knowledge were locked to us, yet the shadow of those bright days still lives in my heart. I have hidden my school u...

I am Elahah Rizaei, a small voice, but an echo of thousands of stories from the heart of Afghanistan. Once, I went to school, I studied, and I dreamed of becoming a pilot. But August 15 came and to...

Fahimeh Nouri This story is not only mine; it is the voice of thousands of silent girls from my homeland. Four years have passed since a catastrophic fall, and I still cannot accept th...

Introduction: I am Shahlla Arifi, a former employee of the Ministry of Women’s Affairs, holding a Master’s degree in Women’s and Gender Studies from Kabul University, and a participant in over forty...

By Somaya Wafa Four years ago, on the morning Kabul lost its breath, the air reeked of flight and fear. Dawn had barely broken when the news pierced the city like an arrow: “The government has fallen...

  By Halima Moradi It was one of those mornings when the scent of sleep still lingered in the streets. I was in the kitchen making tea with my mother when my father’s voice came from the othe...

By Negareh Mirdad August 15th is a date both old and deeply alive in the collective memory of the Afghan people. For me, it is not merely a political milestone, but a profound wound on a heart that...

Following the Pakistani government’s announcement of a deadline for deporting undocumented migrants, Afghan women activists and protesters who sought refuge in Pakistan have expressed grave concerns...

A Woman’s Story from Panjshir, Passing Through Taliban Checkpoints Panjshir, July 30, 2025 Narrated by: A Girl from the Dara It was morning. The sun hadn’t fully touched the walls of our home when...

Author:Mahtab The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. I, Mahtab, a 21-year-old girl, lay on a worn mattress in our cramped apartment, clutching a tattered...

Introduction Amid the towering walls of denial and hatred, voices have risen that not only bear witness to suffering but embody resilience. One such voice is that of Mehra Barkzai, a member of the ge...

by Leila Noori (pseudonym) It’s 5:30 a.m. The call to prayer echoes from the small mosque next to our house in Karte-Sakhi. The pale light of dawn peeks through my bedroom window. I might have slept...