She is creative, not created Noorina Khalikyar skrifar 10. desember 2023 09:00 It is funny how life can change in a split second: going from being a determined medicine student and social activist in Afghanistan to losing everything I have worked for, fleeing the country, and going through hell for the last two years. My name is Noorina Khalikyar, I am a doctor, social activist and most importantly a woman. In the movie of life, we were assigned the supporting roles by birth. Frankly speaking, when I was younger I also kind of gave in to this idea that men are superior to women. But it was my father that made me see the true face of women. In fact, he made me realise that there is nothing more powerful and courageous yet so soft and elegant than women. That was the moment I started to notice my full potential. I have strived for empowering women since the day I’ve known right from wrong. I have worked with multiple NGO’s and activists in Afghanistan to break the taboo of women going to school or even demanding their rights. I will admit that it wasn’t easy, and it still isn’t easy for me. But when I look at my sisters back in Afghanistan, all the girls leaving their houses to protest the evils of the society and demand the mere right to be treated as humans, it fills my heart. It fills my heart because I can see how courageous and brave they are. At the same time, it breaks my heart to know that even in the 21st century we are fighting for the most basic rights. I feel our struggle, I feel it because it is real. We want a real chance to live. I left my home when the Taliban took over, leaving every bit of my life that I had built up from crumbs and pieces. I still remember hiding and leaving the country because I knew they were going to kill me. But death wasn’t the thing I was most afraid of, I was mostly afraid of them torturing my family because of me. I have many dreams. However, one of those dreams feels like a fantasy; to see girls from my country have equal rights. I want to see my four sisters being able to choose what they want in life, not things being chosen for them. I want to go and walk around the streets of Kabul, like I used to do before 2021. I want to go and have a cup of green tea with my friends in our favourite teahouse. More than anything, I want the girls to live like they are supposed to live. From what I’ve learned, I accept that there is a difference between men and women. Women are much stronger and much more resilient. I just want to end my article with a poem from Maulana Jalaludin E Balkhi. “Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved.She is creative, not created.” Höfundur er afganskur læknir og umsækjandi um alþjóðlega vernd.Greinin er birt í tengslum við alþjóðlegt 16 daga átak gegn kynbundnu ofbeldi. Viltu birta grein á Vísi? Sendu okkur póst. Senda grein 16 daga átak gegn kynbundnu ofbeldi Mest lesið Þið dirfist að kalla mig fasista og rasista? Davíð Bergmann Skoðun Myndir þú hætta að flokka ruslið? – Sjálfbærni er ekki tíska Helga Björg Steinþórsdóttir,Eva Magnúsdóttir Skoðun Sá tapar sem fyrstur nefnir nasistana: gengisfelling orðsins „rasisti“ Birgir Finnsson Skoðun Þegar þeir sem segjast þjóna þjóðinni ráðast á hana Ágústa Árnadóttir Skoðun Gleymdu að vanda sig Vanda Sigurgeirsdóttir Skoðun Verkin sem ekki tala Bryndís Haraldsdóttir Skoðun Rasismi útskýrir stuðning við þjóðarmorð Ingólfur Gíslason Skoðun Heilbrigðiskerfið í bakkgír Ingibjörg Isaksen Skoðun Vindhögg Viðskiptaráðs Finnbjörn A. Hermannsson Skoðun Staða leikskólamála í Reykjanesbæ Guðný Birna Guðmundsdóttir Skoðun Skoðun Skoðun Verkin sem ekki tala Bryndís Haraldsdóttir skrifar Skoðun Myndir þú hætta að flokka ruslið? – Sjálfbærni er ekki tíska Helga Björg Steinþórsdóttir,Eva Magnúsdóttir skrifar Skoðun Þið dirfist að kalla mig fasista og rasista? 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Arnar Þór Jónsson skrifar Skoðun Loftslagsváin bíður ekki Ívar Kristinn Jasonarson skrifar Skoðun Hvers vegna að kenna leiklist? Rannveig Björk Þorkelsdóttir,Jóna Guðrún Jónsdóttir skrifar Skoðun Jafnt aðgengi að geðheilbrigðisþjónustu fyrir öll Telma Sigtryggsdóttir skrifar Skoðun Svikin loforð í leikskólamálum Reykjanesbæjar Gígja Sigríður Guðjónsdóttir skrifar Skoðun Heilbrigðiskerfið í bakkgír Ingibjörg Isaksen skrifar Skoðun Blóðrautt norðanáhlaup Snæbjörn Guðmundsson skrifar Skoðun Í vítahring stöðnunnar og úreldra vísinda Björn Ólafsson skrifar Skoðun ,,Skildu rétt, hvar skórinn að þér kreppir. Skildu, hver í bönd þig hneppti og hneppir.” (EB) Þorsteinn Sæmundsson skrifar Skoðun Við erum réttindalaus Sigurlín Margrét Sigurðardóttir skrifar Skoðun Raunir ríka fólksins og bænir þess Jónas Yngvi Ásgrímsson skrifar Skoðun Myglaða nestisboxið og gleymda sítrónan María Rut Kristinsdóttir skrifar Skoðun Talið við okkur áður en þið talið um okkur Ian McDonald skrifar Skoðun Björgunarleiðangur fyrir Heimsmarkmiðin Antonio Guterres skrifar Skoðun Átti ekki að klára dæmið í geðheilbrigðismálum? Ingveldur Anna Sigurðardóttir skrifar Skoðun Tómstunda- og félagsfræðinemar harma ákvörðun Akureyrarbæjar Hópur nemenda í tómstunda- og félagsmálafræði við HÍ skrifar Sjá meira
It is funny how life can change in a split second: going from being a determined medicine student and social activist in Afghanistan to losing everything I have worked for, fleeing the country, and going through hell for the last two years. My name is Noorina Khalikyar, I am a doctor, social activist and most importantly a woman. In the movie of life, we were assigned the supporting roles by birth. Frankly speaking, when I was younger I also kind of gave in to this idea that men are superior to women. But it was my father that made me see the true face of women. In fact, he made me realise that there is nothing more powerful and courageous yet so soft and elegant than women. That was the moment I started to notice my full potential. I have strived for empowering women since the day I’ve known right from wrong. I have worked with multiple NGO’s and activists in Afghanistan to break the taboo of women going to school or even demanding their rights. I will admit that it wasn’t easy, and it still isn’t easy for me. But when I look at my sisters back in Afghanistan, all the girls leaving their houses to protest the evils of the society and demand the mere right to be treated as humans, it fills my heart. It fills my heart because I can see how courageous and brave they are. At the same time, it breaks my heart to know that even in the 21st century we are fighting for the most basic rights. I feel our struggle, I feel it because it is real. We want a real chance to live. I left my home when the Taliban took over, leaving every bit of my life that I had built up from crumbs and pieces. I still remember hiding and leaving the country because I knew they were going to kill me. But death wasn’t the thing I was most afraid of, I was mostly afraid of them torturing my family because of me. I have many dreams. However, one of those dreams feels like a fantasy; to see girls from my country have equal rights. I want to see my four sisters being able to choose what they want in life, not things being chosen for them. I want to go and walk around the streets of Kabul, like I used to do before 2021. I want to go and have a cup of green tea with my friends in our favourite teahouse. More than anything, I want the girls to live like they are supposed to live. From what I’ve learned, I accept that there is a difference between men and women. Women are much stronger and much more resilient. I just want to end my article with a poem from Maulana Jalaludin E Balkhi. “Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved.She is creative, not created.” Höfundur er afganskur læknir og umsækjandi um alþjóðlega vernd.Greinin er birt í tengslum við alþjóðlegt 16 daga átak gegn kynbundnu ofbeldi.
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Skoðun ,,Skildu rétt, hvar skórinn að þér kreppir. Skildu, hver í bönd þig hneppti og hneppir.” (EB) Þorsteinn Sæmundsson skrifar
Skoðun Tómstunda- og félagsfræðinemar harma ákvörðun Akureyrarbæjar Hópur nemenda í tómstunda- og félagsmálafræði við HÍ skrifar
Myndir þú hætta að flokka ruslið? – Sjálfbærni er ekki tíska Helga Björg Steinþórsdóttir,Eva Magnúsdóttir Skoðun