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Working for social responsibilities

    “We know everyone works and does something for money. We work from 8AM to 12PM or 4PM to receive money and live our life. But with all that we do not get inner peace. We… 

    Volunteers Seek to Bring About Change in Jalalabad

      Samiullah, 35, has a small yellow rickshaw he uses to transport passengers around the crowded city of Jalalabad for a living. He, who has also an associate degree in medical science, is amongst hundreds of… 

      Education for everyone

        It is common for Afghan girls to be deprived of their basic right to education. Some Afghans believe girls are born to be housewives, give birth, raise children and stay at home. At the same… 

        Abilities overshadowed by disability

          Like any other child, my birth was normal, but the only thing making me different was my half-paralyzed lower part of the body. Therefore, I was not treated like a normal child. I was always… 

          Forgiving cruelty

            Sometimes I wonder how someone can become so cruel to take someone else’s comfort away. There should be something behind cruelty. Everything happens for a reason but human cruelty must have multiple reasons. I still… 

            Struggle in the world of hopelessness

              I thought it was like my toys and dolls playing and making fun. When I was playing with my toys and dolls, I would marry them to each other, and sometimes even throw them away.… 

              The power of a dream

                Deda was born to a traditional Afghan family. She was allowed to finish her secondary education but when it was time for higher education, cultural inhibitions got in the way and she had to leave… 

                Blind rage

                  “When my brother was acting violently towards the family”, recalled Nawaz, “my nieces and nephews started to copy him. He was expressing all his pain in a violent way towards the family, which was not… 

                  Evil in a crate of fruit

                    Shabnam, not her real name, lived 20 kilometers to the north of Kabul city in a small rural village. She kept coming for treatment to Shamal Orthopedic Hospital in Kotal-e Khair Khana, Kabul. Shabnam was…