Five girls from the AFCECO safehouse in Kabul have arrived in New York after receiving scholarships to study in private schools in Manhattan.
Tori Anderson, a teacher at the Marymount School of New York, conducts a Zoom class for Afghan girls at an AFCECO safehouse in Kabul.
Sahar, the Education Coordinator at AFCECO, teaches covert classes for Afghan girls at an AFCECO safehouse in Kabul. Despite the obstacles and dangers, our staff remain resolute in providing these girls the opportunity to learn and grow.
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Siamese Fighting Fish
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Dunya’s Journey: From Kabul’s Shadows to Manhattan’s Light Jus a few month ago, I arrived in Manhattan, escaping the brutality of the Taliban regime in Afghanistan. Now, I am in 11th grade at the Marymount School of New York, one of the finest schools in the city. Well, it almost sounds like a fairy tale—an 18-year-old Afghan girl, having left…
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A Message from the Heart: Our Journey to Light By Andeisha Farid From the moment I could open my eyes I saw my village turned to rubble by a Soviet airstrike. From the moment I could hear I listened to the screaming voices of helpless widows and orphaned children. I carried these tragedies as burning ashes in my heart throughout…