A Home Bartered Behind Closed Doors
Today, as I tried to write down the memories of that “dark and bitter” day, I didn’t know where or...
Today, as I tried to write down the memories of that “dark and bitter” day, I didn’t know where or...
We were a generation raised amid the sparks of war, among the echoes of explosions and the smell of gunpowder;...
As the fourth anniversary of the Republic’s collapse approaches, a central question resurfaces: why did Afghanistan’s traditional parties and jihadi...
In both of the Republic’s final elections, I voted for Abdullah Abdullah. What follows is less a political essay and...
For the final three years of the Republic, I served in the Office of Administrative Affairs—an institution responsible for core...
I won’t use my real name. You may write: “a former police officer from a southern border district.” Our outpost...