Farazna
I am an Afghan girl.
This is the story of my life; the story of days that came, passed, and shaped me.
My childhood was full of simple and happy days.
Days when I thought the world would always stay this way; full of games, laughter, and childish dreams.
Back then, I was a simple, trusting, playful girl, full of hopes and dreams.
At night, I used to create a world in my mind where everything was beautiful... a world with no worries.
But at that time, I didn't appreciate those moments.
As I grew older, I slowly began to understand things I hadn't known before.
The world became more complicated to me. I saw people more clearly, understood their behavior better, and gradually realized that everything is not as simple as I once thought in childhood.
Some people come close with a smile, but inside they carry something else.
Sometimes, words do not match actions.
There were moments in my life when I felt there was injustice...
moments that made me think more and trust less.
Yet, despite everything, I have also seen good people-people who treat others with respect and honesty.
And because of them, there is still a small hope left inside me.
This is only the beginning of my story...
A story that is still going on, and I am still trying to understand it.