How to begin?
With three very distinct, yet unified, tales to tell – each one deeply beautiful and bitterly challenging in its own right – it was difficult to know where to begin. We decided to ask outright: “Coming here today, what do you hope that people will take away from your piece?” Difficult question even for the most innocuous of stories, but it isn’t long before Mubaraka, Maryam and Zahra collectively meet at an idea. “Understanding.” They want people to understand where they come from; to understand what Afghanistan is like really, away from the shadow of war; to understand their dreams and realities as refugees; and (perhaps most saddening for us to hear) to understand that they are not here to steal work from people, but to pass on their knowledge and help those less fortunate than themselves.
While exploring this idea, it isn’t long before we get onto the subject of their immense achievements. The three of them light up and take it in turns to reel off. As the list grows, their respective outlooks rise to the surface – each unique in its own way, sculpted by what they’ve experienced.
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Mubaraka is, among other things, a runner, a soccer player, a skateboarder, a photographer and a hiker. But she prefers to call herself simply “an adventurer”. ‘I like to experience everything. Every new culture, every new place – and I’m really passionate about taking photographs to tell those stories.’ explains Mubaraka. ‘But I’m also interested in telling the stories of my people, stories which nobody has ever heard before. These are not stories about war, but new stories, from a strong and independent Afghanistan. About a new generation. It is my duty to share these amazing stories with the world.’
Penned by Mubaraka upon coming to Belgium August 15th, 2021. It was a day like the days before. Everything was fine, we were all living in peace, at least in Bamyan. Children were going to school, the people were all busy with their daily chores, and as the weather was getting cold, the athletes gradually began to prepare for winter sports. But all hopes were dashed in one night. When we woke up on the morning of August 15, the Taliban had reached us. Everything happened all of a sudden. People were trying to escape from the center of Bamyan, many people could not even find a way out. It was hard for me to believe that the fate of thousands of people could change in one day. It's hard for me to believe now, even though months have passed since that tragedy. Why should it be like this? Why should you be killed because you are a woman, an athlete and an activist? Is this really a crime? Which law says that a girl who does sports should be killed?Maryam
Maryam was the first member of the Bamyan handball team when the sport came to the city and played in international competitions. Before joining Skateistan, she worked with the AKDN organization that teaches vocation training for the economically challenged, like bee-keeping skills. She went on to teach this skill to women in the city so that they could find work and support their families.
She explains how proud she was to be a role-model for these women. ‘In my family, I am the only woman to go to school, finish higher education and work in international organizations.’ she says. ‘For me, education is what allows us to succeed in life.’
Penned by Maryam upon coming to Belgium I am a young Afghan woman. I was born in Iran and went back to Afghanistan when I was 10. In August, after the Taliban took control, I had to urgently leave Afghanistan. I got a place on the last flight to Brussels. I have since been living in refugee centres, and am currently in Sint-Truiden and have even joined their handball team. I loved my homeland and I had very high expectations for my beloved country. These hopes suddenly vanished when the Taliban took control. Today, I received my refugee status in Belgium and I am ready to start a new life here. I want to flourish in the name of my country by excelling in handball and playing all around the world. No matter how hard the past is, we can always begin again – for a better future.Zahra
Zahra lingers a little over her achievements, unsure. She sees things differently. ‘I was unable to finish my Masters Degree, I wasn’t able to properly take up the sport I loved Penned by Zahra upon coming to Belgium I am a young Afghan woman, I was born as a refugee in Iran and came back to my motherland when I was 11. I had a satisfying life in Afghanistan and was dreaming of a better future for my country. Then the page turned, and I missed the remaining lines of the book. All of a sudden, the Taliban took control of Afghanistan and I had to leave the country. As a young, educated and employed woman, I was particularly in danger. In the midst of the chaos, I got a spot on the last flight flying to Belgium and had to leave my family behind. Very luckily, I have recently been recognised as a refugee in Belgium and am thus excited to start a new life here, starting by finding a job and a place to call home.Growing up in Afghanistan (If You’re a Girl) All three – Mubaraka, Maryam and Zahra – were born in Iran, to families who had fled the previous Taliban occupation which ended in 2001. Refugees in Iran weren’t able to access education like nationals were. ‘I studied illegally in Iran, in the schools established by Afghans. I started school when I was six, skipped two grades in primary school and finished high school very young.’ Zahra recalls this with an almost mischievous look on her face. ‘I would dress like a boy and cycle around without the veil. But when I came back to Afghanistan again, I had to dress like a girl, I couldn’t do sports and I had to fight for my education.’ Zahra’s family wasn’t intensely strict, but she wasn’t ‘free’. ‘They allowed me to go to school, and my two brothers, who struggled to feed our family, put me through my education. But when I wanted to go to university, a lot of people – including them – were saying I shouldn’t go. No woman in my family had done that before.’ When we ask what made her push through that pressure from those around her, Zahra is firm: ‘I didn’t care if the others couldn’t dream big like me. I was going to do it even if it was very difficult. I cannot forget those days. But once I’d done it, I saw other women from my family start university too.’ Like Zahra, Maryam was the first member of her family to attend university, getting her Economics degree in 2021. ‘Many of my classmates at school were from rich backgrounds. I knew that I was different, and I wouldn’t be able to reach my dreams like them. But then I got a place to study at Bamyan University. I moved there and lived with my uncle. My family couldn’t follow me, they decided it would be better to go back to Iran.’
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