The Rainy Clouds of My Land
With each passing day, more laws are imposed on us Afghan girls and women to limit us, but they cannot silence our voices. We must be aware that we will never be limited
By: Madina Faramarz
The daughters of Afghanistan are the best. More beautiful than the tulips of the fields, more charming than the gentle spring breeze. God Almighty has ingrained all the beauty in the faces of Afghan girls. Afghanistan girls always have big and lofty dreams. Although they endure hardships, suffer, and face oppression from anyone at any time on their journey to achieve these dreams, they remain steadfast and unwavering, never letting go of their aspirations.
An Afghan girl, who hides thousands of sorrows and pains within her heart, yet smiles beautifully every day, as though she has no grief. She is a true example of selflessness and sacrifice
Afghanistan girls are the most oppressed, suffering, and grief-stricken members of society—girls who have been suppressed in every situation. Many of them grew up in pain and suffering, and were destroyed in that very pain and suffering.
I write as an Afghan girl. For years, the breath of all Afghanistani girls has been suffocated in their throats. Girls who are the youth and the wealth of a society, but with the rise of a new group to power in our land, all of their human rights have been stripped away.
For several years, Afghanistan girls have been sentenced to house arrest without any crime; girls who become more restricted with each regime change, and their most natural right—education—has been taken away from them. We are the girls who have always been buried alive with our dreams, kidnapped from the streets and thrown into prisons without any crime. We have always been restricted and censored.
With each passing day, more laws are imposed on us Afghan girls and women to limit us, but they cannot silence our voices. We must be aware that we will never be limited. No matter how many laws they impose on us, we are the girls of knowledge and pen.
Therefore, our pen will never be confined, because I will write again and again for freedom from this prison, and we will raise our voices. For all the rights that have been taken from us, and the right to education, which has always been our most natural right. For the dreams I have and the goals I pursue, I will strive with my pen until we achieve freedom. Soon, we will be free, and a time will come when we will reclaim all of our rights.
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