Tag Archives: Letters from Ritsona

Call it protest tour!

Posted on May 26, 2022 by Parwana Amiri

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 →

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Letters to the world from Ritsona “No.25”

Posted on September 22, 2021 by Parwana Amiri

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 →

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Letters to the world from Ritsona”No.24″

Posted on September 20, 2021 by Parwana Amiri

“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 →

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Letter to the world from Ritsona (No.22)

Posted on July 20, 2021 by Parwana Amiri

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 →

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Letters to the world from Ritsona (No.21)

Posted on July 6, 2021 by Parwana Amiri

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 →

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letters to the world from Ritsona (No.20)

Posted on May 4, 2021 by Parwana Amiri

We need bridges that connect, not the walls that separate A few days ago, I woke up as usual and got ready to go to my class. As I walked along, I noticed some bulldozers and many workers working by the back gate, constructing something. They had already laid down some long, red metal rods. … Continue reading letters to the world from Ritsona (No.20) → Continue reading →

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1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona (No.3)

Posted on January 4, 2021 by Parwana Amiri

“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 →

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Letters to the world from Ritsona(No.16)

Posted on December 19, 2020 by Parwana Amiri

”My world is farming” When my wife and I immigrated to Iran, the Iranian government threatened us with deportation. That was exactly the moment we discoverd that my wife was pregnant and it was then that we started praying for a miracle. My youth had been poisoned by discrimination. The mere idea that my child … Continue reading Letters to the world from Ritsona(No.16) → Continue reading →

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1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona(No.02)

Posted on December 8, 2020 by Parwana Amiri

”My pains behind my smiling old face” Wife : I want to express our pains in behalf of my husband. When you can not find yourself in what you were dreaming for , then you should take further steps to find, see your children reaching their dreams. During the revolutional presidency of doctor Najib we … Continue reading 1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona(No.02) → Continue reading →

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1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona (No.01)

Posted on December 5, 2020 by Parwana Amiri

”Will war in syria ever finish…?   I dream of a future when I will be reunited with my children, who left Syria before me and, now, live in Germany. Nothing is more important than my children. I hope this endless war in Syria will finish and that I will be able to start a … Continue reading 1000 stories and dreams from Ritsona (No.01) → Continue reading →

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