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We went to war to restore democracy and prosperity to Afghanistan, and spent billions on building new homes, hospitals and highways. But five years and thousands of lost lives later, everything is crumbling and the ferocious Taliban are back. Where did it all go wrong?
By Safia Melad and Fariba Nawa December 22, 2004 Pajhwok Afghan News Kabul– Sakina, Zainab and Latifa were coming to their birthplace Afghanistan for the first time after 20 years from Pakistan. They were expecting a sweet homecoming with relatives; instead they got thrown into a women’s prison in Kabul. Four months ago, the women,
By Fariba Nawa September 2004 Scholastic (view article with photos at scholastic.com) Elham stands tall, all three feet of him, to read a lesson from his book in front of his fourth-grade class. His gleaming blue eyes pass quickly over the pages. Class takes place inside a tent with no seats or desks. A washed-out
By Fariba Nawa September 2004 Scholastic (view article with photos at scholastic.com) In the northeast of Afghanistan is a village called Yaftal, built along the edge of a mountain thousands of feet high. In the summer, it is windy and sunny. In the winter, it snows and only the men in the family dare to
By Fariba Nawa September 2003 Scholastic Baghdad — Five boys with a keyboard and a Volkswagen Passat. That’s all it took to form Unknown to No One, Iraq’s one and only boy band. Wide-eyed and ambitious, the boys represent the ethnic and religious mixture of Iraq. And a new spirit. Nadeem Hamid, 20; Art Haroutuanian,
Afghanistan's opium trade is worth £14 billion a year. But when its dealers are shot or jailed, their daughters are sold as wives to settle their debts
By Fariba Nawa Aziza’s pale green eyes flashed. Her 12-year-old body shivered. She took two steps back toward the mud wall in the hallway. It was a dead end. “I’m not going! I’m not going!” she shouted at her mother. Haji Sufi, a 46-year-old opium farmer, waited for her inside the room, sitting cross-legged on
