Taliban Education

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Before democracy began in Afghanistan, the Taliban imposed oppressive laws. I was just a little girl, living in the capital of the country, secretly studying at home, while my mother and the rest of my family faced the daily fear of terror. Or to go back: My mother graduated from university thirty years ago, and she hoped that her children would achieve a high level of education. After some time, the Taliban emerged in Afghanistan like monsters. I was a four-year-old child when my parents taught me primary education at home. When the time came that I should start school, the doors closed for girls. My mom, who had been a principal before the Taliban’s emergence, was an expert in education and completely familiar with school subjects and …show more content…

Silence overshadowed the house. The Taliban intruders searched furiously but found nothing. Suddenly, one of them saw the religious books on the table. Thinking they had come to the wrong house, they snarled, threatening my mother, “If we hear you are guilty of teaching girls, we will kill you and your family.” With that, they left the house.
After that, there were times when no one came to class, and I was very sad and missed my classmates. So did my mother. Clearly, the girls were afraid of the Taliban too. That is when we decided to move to another house nearby and start the class again. The home school continued for three years, hidden from everyone except the students’ parents. Finally, after three years, the Taliban’s period was over, and the period of democracy began.
The schools started up again, and every girl and woman could once again go to work and school. Many girls had to start the first grade even though they were twelve years old. Fortunately, my sister, my classmates, and I took the competency examinations and placed in the seventh grade even though we were nine years old. Not only were we back to our studies, but we were considered advanced. Now I am young and living in a peaceful environment. Still, those horror memories haunt me. I remain anxious for the girls who are still living in that situation and don’t have anyone to help them. I was one of the lucky

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