Entries from July 2009

My Dream World

July 31, 2009 · 2 Comments

I have a beautiful world in my dreams
My dream world is very peaceful
In my dream world, no one is harmed by another
In my dream world, everyone loves each other
In my dream world, everyone thinks about peace
Unity and brotherhood exist
Women and men work together
No one says that this woman is bad
because she works with men
In my dream world, no women suffer problems
because of being a woman.

In my dream world, all girls and boys
get an equal education.
In my dream world, life is very beautiful
Everyone is happy
Young and innocent people
are not being killed
There are no insurgents, no insecurity
Everyone has a comfortable life
Everyone is relaxed,
not worrying about their children
going to school
Students come back healthy,
not killed in a suicide attack.

In my dream world, mothers are happy
They are not in sorrow
over their children’s death
In my dream world, no newly married girls
become widows
My dream world is a green color
where everyone is happy
My dream world and my world,
I hope, become the same one day

By Seeta

Categories: Seeta

Our Fault In This World

July 31, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Life is difficult
We must fight life’s challenges
It makes me tired
Every time everything is lost
How should we stop living?
How should we live?
We do not know why
we are here in this world.
What is our aim?
What do we want?
My whole life I was expected
to reach my goals
But I never did and
I don’t know if I should expect more.
I am an Afghan.

Every day I hear that our people
are killing
or killed
Suicide-bomb
landmine
roadside bomb
It is the biggest challenge in our lives

We cannot live as we want.
We must marry those
we do not choose.
Many girls forced
to marry elders.
Many girls prevented
an education.
Our youth become targets
Or smugglers,
Addicted to drugs.
My country is poppy producer
Taliban brought it to Afghanistan
We cannot drive from one province to another.

When will everything change?
Who is responsible for all this
in Afghanistan?
I and many others do not know
what will happen in our future

When I think of it, I get a headache
Searching for our fault in this world.

By Seeta

Categories: Seeta

A Dream Was Lost But I Created Another

July 24, 2009 · 3 Comments

I have wishes in my heart and mind
to be a doctor in this world

Serve my people
my compatriots
save them from all dangers

My dream was discarded with time
Time showed me this was not my aim in life

Time changed my goals
Which I had in my life course

It changed my life way
As I was thinking every day

Exam results guided me to writing
To reflect people’s pain
Is better than everything

Time showed me a new way
Now I am living for it today

Told me that
A pen is the best power
No one can stand against its muscle

Now I aim to reach this way
in coming days

Serve disabled people
That war has created

Serve all worlds
Reflect their pain
through my words

Remove the adversity for women
through my statements
Give them equal rights
as human beings
as creatures

By Freshta

Categories: Freshta

A Look at Education in Afghanistan

July 22, 2009 · 5 Comments

It was Thursday, the 11th of June, when I received a call from one of our friends in SOLA. She told me that on the 13th, Mr. Ted (the founder of School of Leadership, Afghanistan) had arranged for SOLA students to meet with Mrs. Eikenberry, the wife of Mr. Ambassador, and to pass their messages and any requests for improving the education system and the current situation in Afghanistan. I was surprised when I heard this. Without checking with my parents, I promptly responded, “Yes, yes, for sure I want to participate.” I was sure my parents would not refuse it.

She said, “Okay, good, I will add your name to the list of participants. Make sure you have your passport or tazkira (identity card) with your. And it will be better if you come in official
clothes. By two o’clock, all the students should be gathered at SOLA. Try to be on time.”

I thanked her and said, “I will try my best to come on time. Pass my regards to Mr. Ted.” I was so happy I was just waiting for 13th of June two o’clock!

June 12th was a Friday. We are officially off on Fridays. Finally Saturday came. That is the start of our working week. I had lots of tasks at my office. I started working hard in order to complete my tasks before two o’ clock and leave the office to go toward SOLA. Fortunately I did well, and at one o’clock I left the office, so before two o’clock I reached SOLA.

On that day, SOLA looked different. Everyone was running up and down the stairs. Everyone was busy. All the students were well-dressed and were looking so happy. I could easily see lots of hopes and happiness in the eyes of each member of SOLA.

We got in the car which was arranged for us. Our appointment with Mrs. Eikenberry was at 3:15 p.m. We arrived earlier than that. The driver stopped the car under the shadow of a tree and we waited for the appointment time to come. Finally the moment arrived. We entered the embassy! Mrs. Eikenberry and the volunteer team who wanted to welcome us were standing on our way. They warmly welcomed us to the U.S. Embassy. The embassy was nice place. It was my first time to see such a nice place with lots of kindhearted and wonderful people.

A group of embassy workers left their desks and came to meet us and sit with us. Everyone was offering ice cream, chocolates, candies and juices for us. They were trying to present their best to us. Mrs. Eikenberry was also warmly hosting us. We introduced ourselves for them and every one of those kind people introduced themselves for us. We have wonderful time together. We took lots of pictures together. We found lots of new friends there. Every student was talking with a friend. They were asking us about our studies and our work and they were telling us about themselves. All the students were, one by one, talking with Mrs. Eikenberry about the challenges and problems they face every day. I had lots of questions in my mind that I wanted to get answered, and I had lots of comments and messages I wanted to pass on to Mr. Ambassador and Mrs. Eikenberry. She appreciated my comments and answered my questions.

She was a very kind woman. She carefully listened to us. I had some specific suggestions, such as providing scholarships for students and good monitoring of funds which are for reconstruction of Afghanistan, especially funds for improving the education system.

Our education system is very weak. Most funds which are allocated to be used to improve the system are used to build schools. But unfortunately, it’s somehow usual that most of contractors who want to get the project give a bribe. When they get the contract, unfortunately, they are not building the schools based on standards. They are just thinking about how to reduce costs. It really hurts when we see the schools that start falling down after only few months.

The other problem is that sometimes schools receive money to be built, but no building happens; it is just on paper. These things really hurt us, but we are not at a stage to take action. I thought I should pass these messages on to the Ambassador, because they are at a stage that they can take action. The youth of Afghanistan don’t want funds allocated for improving the education system to be misused.

Mrs. Eikenberry promised they will focus more on the education system in Afghanistan; she said they are trying to work on educating the young generation of Afghan people because they are the only ones who can really help their society. She also said they are trying to reduce the attacks on civilians day by day.

That day was a big achievement for me. I never thought an Afghan woman who was under a burqa and unable to go outside alone would one day find the ability to stand in front of an Ambassador and talk with him. This shows that Afghan women also have the strength and ability to stand on their own feet. Afghan women can also take part in the renewal of their country; they only want to be given the chance. If the world wants to assist Afghan women, they should work on their education. Only a well-educated Afghan woman will be capable of taking the hand of other women and helping them stand.

By Zaralasht

Categories: Zaralasht

Karima – A Poem

July 21, 2009 · 2 Comments

Accept my regards from gardens of roses, from the world of Farsi
poets, from deserts of love.

Nice Karima:

Words are poems. When I write to you, find me and my feelings from
a sky of love.

I started my life after our first meeting. You were a precious diamond
that angels give humans, and God gave to me. You are a mirror, a picture
of a siren.

OH …

If you go to paradise, sirens will be jealous
You opened the door of a new world for me
And every time you go, I have your green dreams
Who are you?
Who are you?

Karima!
You were angel of hope when my friends were named Pain and Sorrow
You opened the sunny windows of paradise and your hands had blooms of
love roses from friendship’s garden.

Karima!
When you come, spring comes with you
Roses laugh
Trees dance
And water sings with a guitar of love the song of those kind eyes
Happiness comes from its long journey
And love say hello, Salam.
With all this
I am mad. Why?
Still
Still
Still, you
ask me?
Do you love me?

By Roya

Categories: Roya