Sumayyah sits on the bench in the schoolyard, thinking about her father and their last conversation......

One day, I saw a woman, helpless and alone,  crying out loud, wandering, on her own.  We asked,......

I lost my pen in blood.  I lost my knowledge in ignorance.  I lost my way......

When ink is pressed, into the pages of a book the book feels a sense of......

With Many Hopes With books and with a pen,  I dreamed to read and build my......

Oh God, hear the cry of Afghan Girls Oh God, hear the cries from the broken......