Your Support and My Education is Way to Stop Violence Against Afghan Women.
Dear President Obama, Secretary Clinton, and members of Congress,
Life has a very bottomless mystery in term of the places that we are living with our original identities, and with these identities we are beckoning our ways to end this exhausted but shortened journey by traveling on a broken ship in the vast with lots corrugated ocean of this desert. This desert is my Afghanistan and the broken ships are our future hope that is on corrugated ocean of the dried Afghan land. We women are part of this broken ship, no one knows it in Afghanistan. However, we Afghan women want to make sure that we are also traveling in this broken ship, and we are part of this land.
It is our Afghan lifestyle in Afghanistan.
Life enforces us for sleeping under the shade of a green tree like a satisfied silkworm, which feeds itself with a fallen and useless leaf of the tree.
Life takes us to the highest peak of the mountains, where we find ourselves a striking, blissful, liberated, determined, and watchful butterfly.
Two years before, I was like this silkworm which was depended on the tree’s leaves, which was busy whole nights and days for knitting its silk with its unique skills.
Now, I am that watchful butterfly, who is looking for her better life by getting my citizenship at AUW “Asian University for Women” and now I have gotten the thought of my personal and professional identity from this territory to see and make Afghan women part of Afghanistan.
I was Parwana, now I am Parwana Fayyaz. I am from Ghazni Province ‘the Home of the Taliban’ on the central curve of Afghans’ land. I have had horrible memories during war in Afghanistan and still I hear and see the same situation in Afghanistan. Now, I am an international university student, who has flown toward high mountains from an unwitting angle toward everything by accepting every kind of enemies, by putting my family life in danger of dragon’s attack, and by breaking the closest relationship with my uncles, aunts, cousins, neighbors, and friends. AUW “Asian University for Women” brought me to a state where, now I am a self-governing woman with my two true wings in the wide and full of star sky of my life, where my wisdom is brighter than the burning and lightening sun of the universe. In this place, my education is the gloomy nice moon and the glimmer and dazzling stars of my life. So, who will and what will change other hopeless Afghan daughter’s destiny, a miserable Afghan mother’s present life, and a helpless sister’s future life in Afghanistan?
Honestly, I can’t distinguish between white and black colors, I don’t know the secret of nights and days passing in everyday of life, and I don’t care about rainy, snowy, sunny, and burning days.
However, I can distinguish women’s situation in Afghanistan in the present and future time; I also do know the secret of Afghan women’s gloomy nights and dusty days in everyday life, as an Afghan woman. I do care about my little fellow sisters about 5 years who have been victims of male rappers in the every week’s head line, also kidnapping of young girls and then finding of their dead bodies after several days, with their whole body drowning in blood or whole body has shaved with acid, also killing of professional women officers in their own house, and being of a suppressed wife of an oppressor husband. How can I rise my voice to the world that Afghan women’s situation is getting worse in the near future?
We do need help of other women around the world for saving this part of the world’s women. We want to remain as Afghan women, and we want to say it out loud to the world to hear us that we are not ashamed of being Afghan women, but we afraid of saying it.
A man asked with an affectation smile, “Where are you from?”
I answered with the same smile, “Afghanistan”
The man changed his face expression and said, “Do not joke with me, you are not an Afghan woman?”
I said, “Why not? Do Afghan women have any natural golden crown on their head, or do they look like monsters.”
He said, “No, I mean, I am shocked to see that being an Afghan woman, you are alive and walking on Bangladesh streets.”
I spoke out after getting my patient mind back, “I was part of this wilderness even while the Taliban were shooting toward us on the way to Pakistan, still I am alive and I will make sure that every Afghan woman is alive too. Enshallah.”
The man’s thought was both annoying and inspiring for me. So, I thought and came up to this believe that I am pleased that I am not anymore among to the Afghan women, who are experiencing every kind of misery in everyday life in Afghanistan.
But I am really worried and distracted that I am not besides them who kill themselves by throwing oil soil on themselves and burn their entire life’s pieces by lighting of a lighter. Why there is no one to take the oil and the lighter from their hand? And how will dare to do so?
Sometimes, I feel that luckily, I am not any longer witness of the dead bodies of those young sterile mothers and their new born able and disable babies on the mattress of hospital without any veil on their head or a piece of cloth on their face, and those women who had relaxed in peace without farewell with their families on the streets of Kabul after a huge explosion.
However, I always had the fear of revealing of Afghan women’s secret in a society where no one could feel, know, and help me that what was I saying about Afghan women? However, there is no more fear and discouragement elements in me. Now, in this society, I am talking on behalf of Afghan women, I am their voice, and they are my tone. Now, I am talking in a same way they want me to, I am walking on the path that they do not know it, and I am watching the real bright future of Afghanistan through the shininess of their eyes.
Alas, You Afghan women, who had killed herself for being rapped, abused, and disobeyed the Taliban tradition; we needed your support in every term of life for other oppressed Afghan women in Afghanistan.
Why did you kill yourselves? Why did not you share your problems with us? We might be good listeners of your stories and supporters of your rights.
But, Afghan women are not hopeless anymore. Since I am in this land, there is always something sparking in my mind with lots of joy and hope because I am glad, blissful, and grateful. The gloomy days of my life has change, when I changed the dark curtain of my own wisdom into a bright and white color. Because I am running on life’s path for changing of Afghan women’s situation especially my grandmothers’ fearful life, my mother’s colorless life, my aunts’ unjust life, my cousins’ uneducated life, and my sister’s present but old life.
Today, I can go toward white, pink, and yellow flying butterflies by opening my own wings, I feel the pure wind of the honest morning touching my whole body with lots of joy, and I can say the words of my mind and heart because I am not anymore in the cage. I am free. I want every Afghan Woman to feel the same I do. I want Afghan women to be empowered, to live for their lives, work for their betterment, and think about their present and future life under the sky of Afghanistan.
The Afghan women are living in a cage, and the cage is securing by male’s weapon. I know I am completely alone in this mission, but I will try that at first to dismiss these male guards and then to open the cage’s door and then to free the Afghan women from the big cage of called Old Afghanistan.
Ghazni Province, Afghanistan
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