The Crime of Being a Woman: The Suffocating Silence of Afghanistan and the Hypocrisy of the World
I want you to pause, clear your mind, and truly imagine every single bit of the situation I am about to describe. It is vital that you feel this, because only then can you understand the brutal truth of what comes next. You are walking down the street with another woman. Neither of you can see clearly what’s ahead. Not because you forgot your glasses, but because you are forced to cover every single inch of your body—including your face—with a thick piece of cloth. Your friend is shaking, sweating, crying out of sheer panic and physical pain. She wants to scream, or just cry , to let it all out. But she can’t. And you? You cannot even hold her hand or comfort her. Not because of social awkwardness, but because the very act of two women walking outside without a male guardian for their daily routine is heavily restricted and monitored. One wrong move, one glance up instead of keeping your head down, is enough to get you dragged into a dark police car. Not because you did something...
