Afghan Girls and Their Writings

I dream of becoming a professor. My life has been full of challenges—poverty, limitations, lack of education, and so much more. Yet, despite all the difficulties, I have held onto my dreams in my heart.

I believe that with effort, patience, and faith in Almighty Allah, I can achieve my dreams. Even though the Taliban have shut every door on us simply because we are girls, we still have hope, because I trust that with patience and perseverance, God will open the doors for us.

Afghan Girl!

Brave Daughter of My Land!

You, who once embraced your dreams with small hands and a big heart, are now trapped in the absolute darkness of loneliness and silence. You, who used to leave home with a smile full of hope, walking towards school, now stand behind closed doors, staring at cold and heavy walls.

How much do you miss the voice of your teacher? The notebook that was once filled with your childish handwriting, poems, and stories? The moments when you ran in the schoolyard with your friends, laughing and nurturing big dreams in your mind? Now, everything has been swallowed by the shadows of darkness.

The Taliban have come, with hatred that seems to be an enemy of light. They have stolen your dreams, burned your books, and stripped you of the right to breathe freely. You, who once searched for spring in the heart of winter, are now chained by the unseen shackles of ignorance and oppression.Your cries are silent, your pain choked in your throat. Even crying has lost its meaning, for you know that your tears cannot bring back your freedom. But deep inside your heart, a light still flickers—a faint glow, but not yet extinguished.

They have told you to stay silent, to bury your voice, to stop dreaming. They say being a woman is a crime, being a girl is a disgrace. But they don’t know that you are rooted in history—a history that has been wounded time and again, but never defeated.

They don’t understand that true power lies within you—in the flame that no darkness can extinguish. They fear your determination, the possibility that one day you will rise again and take control of your own destiny.

Oh Afghan Girl!

Even though today you are trapped in the darkness of oppression, tomorrow belongs to you. A tomorrow where your laughter once again fills the sky of Kabul. A tomorrow where the pen in your hand moves freely, and your words soar like birds in the sky.

Remember, you are standing not just for yourself, but for all the women who have fought before you. You are the continuation of mothers who shed silent tears but never surrendered.

Today, the school doors may be closed, but the doors of your heart remain open to hope. You can still dream—dream of a day when the Taliban are nothing but a bitter memory in the pages of history.

And know this: the world sees you, hears your voice, and stands with you. You are not alone, Afghan girl! You are the heroine of a story whose ending has not yet been written. Stand tall, for freedom will come one day.

Perhaps the school bells have stopped ringing, but the heartbeat of your soul is louder than ever. With every beat, with every breath, a new dream stays alive in your heart—the dream of reopening the doors of knowledge, freedom, and life.

And even if the world remains silent today, the voice of the Afghan girl is still alive.

Not with screams, but with the pen, with poetry, with words that rise from the heart—a voice that shatters walls and tells the world: "I exist. I am alive. I write."

Even though the Taliban forbid us from stepping outside, hope still lives in our hearts.

My dream is to study again—not just for myself, but for all Afghan girls. I dream of a day when we progress and the world speaks of Afghan girls with respect and pride. Today, even if a girl dares to step outside, she faces torture, threats, and fear. Some disappear, some are silently killed. We are tired. We are girls who face a dark world, but despite it all, we believe.

We believe that oppression will not last forever. We believe that even if our voices are silenced today, tomorrow they will echo across the world.

I dream that my voice will reach the world—the voice of a girl from Afghanistan who remains hopeful even in the heart of darkness.

I hope the world will support Afghan girls and stand against the Taliban's cruel policies. I dream of a day when all Afghan girls walk towards their dreams freely—With books in their hands, with smiles on their lips, and with hope in their hearts.

Writer: Pouya