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“Educating women and girls and women’s empowerment in our community is my dream,” says
Beheshta, a 20-year-old Afghan girl who recently completed classes offered by the UN Women-
supported Information, Communication and Technology (ICT) Centre in Parwan Province,
northeastern Afghanistan.
Education is often not an option for many women and girls in Afghanistan. According to
Government figures, only 26 per cent of Afghanistan’s population is literate, and among women
the rate is only 12 per cent. Among school age children, 38 per cent (4.2 million in real numbers)
do not have access to schools, most of which are girls.
Attacks by insurgents who oppose women’s education lead to regular closures of girls’
schools. Moreover, 50 per cent of schools do not have buildings and other necessities, and a
dearth of textbooks, teaching materials and equipped laboratories, along with the large number
of school closures or relocations directly affects the quality of education.
There are three versions of how Tabaruk, a mother of six, died this spring during a journey
through treacherous snow-covered mountains in Afhanistan. She and her family had been
expelled from their village in Ghor Province because her teenage daughter, Mah Yamsar, was
said to have brought dishonor by becoming pregnant out of wedlock. The police in Ghor say
Tabaruk fell off her horse and died. Members of the provincial council and human rights activists
say she was pushed off a cliff, and then tied to a horse and dragged around until dead.
#4 The Breadwinner
(Excerpt) by Deborah Ellis
Groundwood Books, 2000
“I can read that letter as well as Father can,” Parvana whispered into the folds of her
chador. “Well, almost.”
She didn’t dare say those words out loud. The man sitting beside her father would not
want to hear her voice. Nor would anyone else in the Kabul market. Parvana was there only to
help her father walk to the market and back home again after work. She sat well back on the
blanket, her head and most of her face covered by her chador.
She wasn’t really supposed to be outside at all. The Taliban had ordered all the girls and
women in Afghanistan to stay inside their homes. They even forbade girls to go to school. Parvana
had had to leave her sixth grade class, and her sister Nooria was not allowed to go to her high
school. Their mother had been kicked out of her job as a writer for a Kabul radio station. For more
than a year now, they had all been stuck inside one room, along with five-year-old Maryam and
two-year-old Ali.
Parvana did get out for a few hours most days to help her father walk. She was always
glad to go outside, even though it meant sitting for hours on a blanket spread over the hard
ground of the marketplace. At least it was something to do. She had even got used to holding her
tongue and hiding her face.
She was small for her eleven years. As a small girl, she could usually get away with being
outside without being questioned.