Author Archives: Parwana Amiri
Call it protest tour!
Currently where I am writing is a silent home, with two big windows, green meadows outside and children playing down in the yard. My mom cooked Pilav ( traditional afghan rice with chicken inside) and its smell is still running through my mind, its taste is always crazy. All day long I feel a precious … Continue reading Call it protest tour! Continue reading
Letters to the world from Ritsona(N.23)
Give me back my microphone!! Our voice must be heard When I received the video from one of the inhabitants of the Schisto Camp, which presented the suicide of one person there, I decided to not let this “murder” be kept away from the public eye, as so many tragedies had been kept before. I … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona(N.23) Continue reading
Letter to the world from Ritsona (No.22)
My nails soiled with Earth The sun has not risen yet. I keep one eye close, the other open to check the clock, hoping I could sleep a bit more. No, I must get up. I need to pray and quickly get ready, not to miss the dolmush (small bus). Walking from the house to … Continue reading Letter to the world from Ritsona (No.22) Continue reading
Letters to the world from Ritsona(No.19)
”Who is a refugee?” A refugee is someone who, once, had a normal life, a home for his family, a school for his children, a hospital. He enjoyed respect and dignity. He had friends, relatives and basic humans rights. He had dreams, hopes, plans for the future. What he did not have was safety. That … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona(No.19) Continue reading