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My critical analysis / panel discussion
My critical analysis / panel discussion Would like to talk about the importance of having different voices in a panel discussion. It was Saturday evening and I tied my booth eyes to the participants of the program, Luisa a friend of made me worries telling ” maybe there will not be much people participating, everyone … Continue reading My critical analysis / panel discussion → Continue reading →
This is a common struggle
All about this trip? “My critical analysis” When I arrived in Munich, Felix and Arash came to pick me and be together in the place of exhibition. We arrived and such a big shock, it was not because of the exhibition place, the artistic work of region people with bottles of irons which honestly impressed … Continue reading This is a common struggle → Continue reading →
Letters to the world from Ritsona “No.25”
Who will be the next one? Here in Ritsona, you cannot trust others easily. In fact, you should not do so. To share little and listen carefully seems to be the easiest way to stay safe. You find few people who are honest with you, who can love you and feel your wounds, willing to … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona “No.25” → Continue reading →
Letters to the world from Ritsona”No.24″
“Two days in Ritsona” On a very hot afternoon, everyone is in their containers and no one dares come out. I am one of them, trying to drink as much water as possible in order to resist the heat. What about those under tents, those in the big hall, where many families are living together … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona”No.24″ → Continue reading →
Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.21)
To the world politicians – a letter waiting for an answer My name is Parwana Amiri. I am currently living in Ritsona camp with 3000 more people, hundreds of whom are young girls, like me. I am writing to you, not because I trust or believe you, but because I must give voice to many … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.21) → Continue reading →
1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona (No.4)
”Disabillity does not kill dreams” After a bomb attack, in the city of Herat, Afghanistan, which injured my leg terribly, I went to Iran. The doctors there wanted to amputate my leg. Luckily for me, there were some American doctors who did not agree and only operated on it. For five months after the operation, … Continue reading 1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona (No.4) → Continue reading →
Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.17)
”My dear parents ,this money is my right” I am a girl in need of certain necessities and to have them, I don’t want to be in bondage of pieces of papers called “money”. When my rights get stifled by the people around me, I can fight for them, especially if I have the support … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.17) → Continue reading →
1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona (No.3)
“Story of a bitter past, a lost present and an unclear future” In Afghanistan: I got married when I was 12. No one asked my consent. In our village, Katshod, Ghirij, what is most important is not the girl’s desire, but only the price that her marriage can obtain. My husband who was 20 years … Continue reading 1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona (No.3) → Continue reading →