Don’t forget your history and Water your roots, so your soul can blossom. Afghanistan was only a name for me for more than 20 years, I just knew it was my motherland and the language people speak is close to my language, I’d see some images from Afghanistan on TV but it was not nice. My father used to listen to Ahmad Zahir songs and playing Damboora. He always told us the stories of his village and how they left the country.
I used to think about my motherland all the time without any reason, without any information or an obvious image. I decided to fly to my motherland on an autumn Saturday morning. I went there and everything changed for me. I am now the daughter of the land of Lajaward, the land of super women like Gawharshad begum or Queen Suraya and the land of untold stories. I am now a storyteller of my motherland who want to create and capture beauty in the middle of war. I feel like I lived here for a long time.
I now feel in love with this part of the world, my motherland, and I found the LOVE in this hopeless place