They ask me who are you?
Let me tell you who I am. I am an Afghan girl..
I am that Afghan girl who was taking her school's mid-semester exam when the school principal entered the hall with some teachers and hurriedly said, "Students, hurry up and go home, the government has fallen, everyone is in a hurry." And unfortunately, we went to our homes and the government of the republic gave way to the Taleban .
I am the Afghan girl who spent a year at home. After one year, I went to school with enthusiasm like in previous years, but you know what happened when they did not allow me to enter and said: wait until further notice.
I am that Afghan girl who entered the house with a broken heart while my tears fell like pearls on my cheeks and sat on the floor.
The news about the closure of schools was again broadcast on TV, and I was watching with tears in my eyes when a young girl said: We were kicked out of school, and she lowered her head and started crying. I noticed that each family member looked at me with a bitter smile and said it will open again, wait..
I am that Afghan girl who was jealous of the girls who wore white chadors and black dresses and cried in secret.
I am that Afghan girl whose only hope was to study after school. I was working on the design when the director of the course entered the class and said with a raised head: Girls are no longer allowed to attend the course. He remained silent and I understood from this silence that he wanted to. He told her to get out of here and again the girl who was sitting behind me started crying and left the class.
I am the Afghan girl who was locked on me for the second time in science. I felt uncomfortable. I went to walk in this darkness. I arrived near a park. I wanted to go inside
They made fun of me being a girl again and once again they made fun of me being a girl.
I am that Afghan girl who went home with wounded legs and a soulless body when a young boy passed me by cursing and smiling. It was very heavy, it was ringing in my ears, I held my head with both hands and cried again
Do you want to know who I am again, I am black luck, the same black luck that you made his life black
I am an Afghan girl. I am condemned for being a girl, a sin I did not commit. It's hard to be innocent and the judge sentences you to life in prison, but I'm still strong because I'm old Ariana's daughter. Beautiful Ariana...
Ariana was the old name of Afghanistan .
