Mercy, Magic, and Miracles
After spending the first scene of my childhood life with family under the gloomy sky of Kabul in the Cold War 1995, the father took us to Pakistan for securing our lives. Those years of nostalgia toward home, land, and people took us harder and longer but breathing and safer. We devoted ten springs of our long lives’ seasons under the warm wind and with the cold whispers of winter in Pakistan. After 9/11, when Afghanistan wrote its twenty first’s mysterious history under name of ‘War against Terror,’ Afghan refugees tied their hopes back to their mountainous villages, cities, and roads. We were also one of those families; we were back to our real home. From now on, even the little and tiny dust of every evening was dazzling for its familiarity to our blood and bones. We reached to our real destination, Afghanistan.
The life’s journey never stopped, it brings journeys after every journey.
In 2009, I left Kabul for sheltering my education, dignity, and identity as a woman. A journey toward AUW, a place of Asia, university, woman, this time I traveled alone.
I gradually realized that still I was a traveler in every minute of my life, while reading novels, poems, and plays. I was not only alone or with family but with the world. I traveled back toward all the previous adventurous and dangerous journeys of my life by my writings. I painted all the journeys on the blue ocean’s paper, and the wind guided it toward the world’s people. And those fed-up journeys made my voice the World’s Pulse. Step by step, I wrote my every sad and merciful memories of life. I sank all the unpleasant moments of life under the delightful and joyful river of writing, and I realized that those memories were not miserable anymore. Journeys became delightful by my words.
My every fellow and other audiences from the world traveled with me into those memories by reading my words on World Pulse. And now that I have understood the meaning of sharing and listening to other people’s stories about their lives’ journeys. I want to bring Afghan women’s stories for the world viewers. Most of Afghan women do not have way of connecting to the world and the World Pulse for telling their upset and painful lives’ agony. Thus, I applied for Voices of our Future for taking a step toward my responsibilities, serving Afghan mothers and sister and those who need it to build their lives. Once a great woman leader said that, “opportunities come with responsibilities.” I believe it, I got chance to walk outside the Afghanistan’s borders, to join World Pulse, and to apply for the Voices of Our Future for learning about empowerment of women through Web 2.0. We can change our lives with mercy of our experiences, magic of our thoughts, and the miracles nearby our eyes. As World Pulse has started my story by publishing my life story.