Fatima Wojohat’s art blends resistance, hope, and Afghan women’s voices.

    Kimia has participated in several UN-organized exhibitions in Kabul and won second place in a regional art competition organized by UN Women among multiple Asian countries. Through her art, she aims to be a voice for girls whose freedom and right to education have been taken away, raising awareness worldwide about the situation in Afghanistan. She currently lives outside Afghanistan.

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