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Afghanistan: opium.
Afghanistan: militants.
Afghanistan: prisoners, insurgents, roadside bombs.
Afghanistan: exit plan?
Afghanistan: setbacks, fraud, firefights.
Disaster in Afghanistan. Death toll in Afghanistan.
Afghanistan: militants.
Afghanistan: prisoners, insurgents, roadside bombs.
Afghanistan: exit plan?
Afghanistan: setbacks, fraud, firefights.
Disaster in Afghanistan. Death toll in Afghanistan.
Afghanistan, Afghanistan...
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On the U.S. nightly news and on the Web, Afghanistan tends to look the same, which I why I urge you to read one of the most moving and heartbreaking articles I’ve encountered in recent memory: Eliza Griswold’s “Why Afghan Women Risk Death to Write Poetry.” With little more than 5600 words, Griswold reveals an Afghanistan few have seen. Here is a small piece of Griswold’s piece in the New York Times:
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If the above excerpt isn’t enough to convince you to read the profile of Miriam Baheer’s Literary Group, which meets in person at the Ministry of Women’s Affairs in Kabul, as well as clandestinely via mobile phone for those women and girls living in outlying provinces, consider the following rubaiyat, an Arabic quatrain written by a 15-year-old girl named Lima and addressed to the Taliban:
You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.
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According to Griswold, of Afghanistan’s 15 million women,
only 5 out of 100 graduate from high school and most are married by the age of
16, with 3 out of 4 into forced marriages.

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