Losing all Hope

By Nigin

The situation is beyond urgent. We are on the edge of being buried alive. 
Some of my friends and students have already turned to suicide. Women’s mental and physical conditions are collapsing. 

And I ask: Where are the feminists? Where are the so-called defenders of women’s rights?
Do they have any backup plan for when the Taliban shuts down the last remaining connection to the internet? What happens after the blackout? 

So many years, so much funding, so many loud conferences and still no real solution? 

If they are still silent now, in our final hours, were they ever truly with us? Do they have a real plan, or are they just sleeping through our screams? We don’t need hashtags or panels. We need real, urgent action – now.

Multiple channels must be activated, women’s communication must not be cut off. 

Even under pressure, we created encrypted codes within our own group to keep going. 
But the real question is: why are the women outside of Afghanistan still not taking action? They have safety, internet, resources, and platforms – yet so many remain silent. 
This silence is not neutrality, it’s a form of abandonment. 

Now is not the time for fear or delay. If they can speak, they must. 

 

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