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HOW THE WORLD SHOULD SEE AFGHANISTAN (Afghan Voices)- Fayeka Zabeen Siddiqua

“The reaction is not positive in most of the time,” says Shayesta Ehsan an AUW Afghan student, “The moment I say, I am from Afghanistan, they start uttering words like ‘war’, ‘Taliban’, ‘Bin-Laden’, ‘bomb blasts’!” So who is to blame? “I don’t blame them; it is the way Afghanistan is portrayed in the media” says Shayesta. “When I was 5 years old, I along with my family immigrated to Pakistan. There as well sometimes we had to listen to curses like ‘dirty Afghans! Go back to your country.’ This is the attitude people need to change.” So who is to blame? “I don’t blame them; it is the way Afghanistan is portrayed in the media” says Shayesta. “When I was 5 years old, I along with my family immigrated to Pakistan. There as well sometimes we had to listen to curses like ‘dirty Afghans! Go back to your country.’ This is the attitude people need to change.”
Christine Roehrs, the spokeswoman for Save the Children in Afghanistan in a report confirms that, “Basically, you didn’t have girls educated in 2001. And now we have 3 million girls in school.” At the same time she emphasizes that still there is a lot of work that needs to be done.

By the grace of media we get to know about Afghanistan’s ethnic conflicts but we know very little about the richness of Afghan poetry, their national celebrations, their cuisine, their culture.


Asian University for Women in Chittagong currently has 47 Afghan young women studying there.
Farhan Azizi a young Afghan man currently studying in India informs via email, “When people learn that I am an Afghan the immediate reaction that I get is the women of my country are grounded in the house covering their head to toe in burka, while the reality is not like that. We have women working for the Afghan National Army, today our women rule over the parliaments; we have women doctors and teachers. People need to get out of that mind-set regarding Afghanistan.”
SOURCE: THE DAILY STAR 
original article: http://archive.thedailystar.net/beta2/news/afghan-voices/

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