Afghanistan

Diary of An Afghan Woman

Diary of An Afghan Woman

Diary of An Afghan Woman

Our three-year-old boy was lost on the other side.

If you have a child, you will understand how I feel.

In the constitution, on paper, women have equal rights with men, but in reality, they have no rights there.

I kept thinking, "I will be dead; I'm not going to make it!"

Refugees and advocates ran or walked from George Washington University to Lincoln Memorial (approximately 2 miles) as part of an annual event in celebration of World Refugee Day. An Afghan family from Kabul seeking refuge in Frankfurt, Germany, would have to walk almost 4300 miles. That distance is the equivalent of walking from Boston, Massachusettes to San Diego, California, then up the West Coast past Seattle, Washington to the Canadian border.

We only had enough to get this far, here in Greece. Now we’re stuck.

​You have to have faith and trust in humanity.

I love to play soccer. I love to work and cook.

I look forward to having a calm life filled with great achievements.

I want to have a room with a bed and space to breathe.

My husband is raising our three daughters and our son in a camp in Greece without me.

We have had war in Afghanistan since before I was born

I am a lonely woman with two children.

Because I am almost fourteen and the oldest son, I am responsible for our family.

It was hard to be gay in my country. You can’t live as a [free] man.