What I don’t miss about Afghanistan:
The danger on the streets. In the evening, from 8 o‘clock, no women leave the house alone. Something bad always happens.
What I don’t miss about Afghanistan:
Being forced to wear a burqa as a child, only my eyes unveiled. What kind of country is it that throws a cover over little girls‘ heads?
What I don’t miss about Afghanistan:
Having to watch how my desperate mother goes into the bathroom with a gas cylinder and tries to set herself alight. Out of desperation at having almost nothing to eat for all the children, for my brothers and sisters and me, and having to go hungry. Father broke down the door and pulled mother from the bath, burns on her body.
What I don’t miss about Afghanistan:
The tears of my childhood, which I shared with a friend. My friend had to watch her father beating her mother. He hit her so hard that she died. Her father simply took a new wife. No police, no conviction. If police ever come, you pay money and they go away.
In the interview the officials asked me:
What will you do if we deport you?
I answered:
I would burn myself before your eyes.
