Kabul University has more than 20,000 students from all over the country, all of whom had to pass a tough entrance exam. And I was one of them.
Afghan women have come a long way over the last decade. We have made significant achievements, many of which would have not been possible without the generous support of the international community, especially the United States.
We made it. We were able to show to the world that our security forces are robust enough to protect our infant democracy and our people remain worthy of international support.
I remember the morning I woke up to the sounds of gunfire and bombs. I remember the morning when I was trying to get ready for school and my father said I couldn’t go any more.
In the women’s right’s movement, ‘solidarity’ is a word we value, and it’s a word that’s been proven true in my time here.
“My family decided to move back to Afghanistan after the fall of the Taliban. After we returned, I remained committed to working to improve Afghan women’s lives.”
” I owe my achievements both to Jaghori resistance to the Taliban and to the U.S. and NATO presence in Afghanistan, which protected my right to an education, and continues to help secure this right for all Afghan women and girls.”
“Even with all of the progress in Afghanistan, I still have nightmares when I think about those dark days of the Taliban regime.”
“Healthcare coverage is not a luxury for me; it is a necessity.”
My mom sat down, went on Healthcare.gov, discovered that she qualified for a tax credit to help her afford quality health insurance, and then found 86 health plans from which to choose. All in less than 10 minutes.
Women want, and deserve, to make their own choices.
There are myriad reasons why a woman has the right to choose which I couldn’t possibly begin to list here.
I was raised a Protestant fundamentalist during the 1960’s and the evils of abortion were never mentioned.
I did not want to be pregnant and definitely did not want a child. I felt no ambiguity or uncertainty about this. What I felt was determined.
I do not thank my Mama for not aborting me anymore than I blame her for the miscarriage she had when I was in the 2nd grade. Another healthy baby girl joined our family years after and she has our Mama’s eyes.
I wish pro-lifers pushing new Texas laws understood: Hearing my little girl’s heartbeat would have been unbearable.
This piece is my story about my journey to choice.