Visions of Resilience
A conversation with Anne Brodsky about writing her book, ‘With All Our Strength,’ and about the post-Taliban Afghanistan By Laila Kazmi The treatment of women under Afghanistan’s Taliban regime represents one of world’s worst cases of women’s oppression. Upon...

Femaid report on Afghanistan and Pakistan, March-April 2005
Children in the notorious Jalozai refugee camp (Carol Mann) By Carol Mann This report was started in an antique Tupolev flying from Kabul to Baku, crossing the rugged mountain landscape so typical of Afghanistan as I was emerging from...

An Inner Place of Healing: Combining Focusing and Sufism
Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan By Patricia Omidian In Afghanistan last year, Sharifa (her name is changed to protect her identity), a woman I know, went into the hospital for the delivery of her first child. She is an educated woman, unlike...

Afghan Women’s Struggle Continues: An Interview with RAWA's Sahar Saba
The most important thing is that Afghanistan shouldn’t be forgotten. It is still a tragedy.

Guns, Drugs and Arabs
The Taliban and Al-Qaida seem to be flourishing everywhere. They are picking out the new carpet for their branch offices in Kirkuk and Faluja. Your job is to explain how this could possibly happen. There are two very important observations you must report back to Kofi. These people probably have some money, and that money must have come from somewhere. There. Can we all go home now and file our expense reports?

Sweet Songs of Sorrow
"Terror's Children" is Sharmeen Obaid's delightful offering to world peace and understanding. I urge you to see it if you can. There are moments of brilliance scattered all over this film. A group of little girls slap makeup on a friend and make her the bride in a make belief wedding. Then they march down the street in a colorful procession. One skinny five year old girl bursts out into a jiggling dance, proving once again that women the world over were born to boogie.

The Highest Score
By Um Aya It happened almost two decades ago when I was ten. We lived in a small industrial town in the Soviet Russia, and our parents were working; we, the kids, were going to school. The routine of life...