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soldiers removed the corpse of the mother from the child with his feet. The child was<br />

alive; her eyes were wide open and her dry lips closely together. Also the photographer<br />

came close and saw the child. The woman looked at the soldiers with eyes filled with<br />

mercy. As if she wanted to say something with the eyes.<br />

As if she wanted to ask something. 16<br />

The woman starts breastfeeding the little child who gradually gains strength and comes back to<br />

life.<br />

Thereafter the photographer put his camera on the ground, bowed his head, and<br />

greeted the woman. The soldiers also laid down their arms and bowed in front of the<br />

woman.<br />

[…] The woman’s pain had alleviated and the child was now sleeping quietly in her<br />

arms. She laid his head over her shoulder, stood up, and proudly walked away in front of<br />

the soldiers. Her feet were wounded, her clothes torn and dirty, but the whole world in<br />

her arms was smiling. 17<br />

Critiquing tradition<br />

Throughout the history of Afghan women’s literature, a recurring image has been that of<br />

women’s role and position in a society, which in many aspects is ordered along patriarchal and<br />

traditional lines. These images can be expressed in the form of reflection, comment, and critique,<br />

and occur also in this collection of stories. In Breshna Sapey’s story “I will grieve my whole life”,<br />

mentioned briefly earlier, the protagonist is sexually abused and abandoned at a hotel. Despite the<br />

fact that she is the victim, she blames herself and fears of how her family will react. The ending<br />

explicitly displays emotions of guilt, shame, and dishonour. Three stories address this topic already in<br />

their headings: “Tradition” by Na’ima Ghani, “A sister victimised by a brother’s deed” by Jalala, and<br />

“Dewa and traditions” by Mina Nazari Wardag. In the story “Tradition” the protagonist – Rangina –<br />

attends a wedding in the neighbourhood and the singing awakes the memory of her youth and her<br />

fiancé Ajab Gul who is dead.<br />

When they had brought back the body of Ajab Gul you had nagged a lot at your<br />

mother that she would let you go with her to his funeral. When her father heard this, he<br />

had said angrily: “I am not that honourless that I would let you go to their house before<br />

you are married. My father and grandfather were no Englishmen [i.e. foreigners<br />

generically], and neither am I”. Her eyes were filled with tears and she said to herself. “All<br />

of these sorrows are because of the bride price [walwar]. It was due to that very bride<br />

price that I could not see Ajab Gul, even though he was dead.” 18<br />

Jalala’s story draws attention to the concepts of badal (compensation) and bad (fine) while Mina<br />

Nazari Wardag’s text is structured on a similar plot and describes a daughter falling victim to the<br />

enmity and vindictiveness of two brothers. The second story included in the collection by Muska<br />

Sarbaz – “The cage of gold” – also falls under this category. In the opening scene we find a woman<br />

wandering about in distress, it is winter and she is dressed only in her nightwear. We are told that<br />

the woman, Zar Bibi, has been sold by her father to a man named Khayruddin from whom she now<br />

has escaped. After a lot of contemplation and negotiation, she sees no other solution than suicide.<br />

She throws herself in front of a car but the driver manages to stop before she is run over.<br />

“Don’t be sad, don’t worry. You are safe now. As long as I am with you, I will not let<br />

anyone beat you or make you sad.”<br />

In between her sobbing, she said to him in tears: “Take me to your own house. I will<br />

clean your house for you. I will cook for you. I will be in your service and I don’t want<br />

anything in return… nothing at all… but, for God’s sake, don’t take me back to<br />

Khayruddin’s house.” 19<br />

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