Batool Haidari

Mar 20, 2024 | wordswithoutborders.org | Patryk Pufelski |Batool Haidari |Alexander Aguayo |Fatema Haidari

I could see her white hands and long, thin fingers among the green stems and huge leaves of the cucumber plants. Her hands looked unusually beautiful. It was the beginning of Asad and extremely hot. She was dripping all over with sweat. Her forehead was unusually wet, as if she were washing her face. Her cheeks were red, though she looked pale as yogurt from dehydration. We were given only a one-and-a-half liter bottle of water per day.

Mar 12, 2024 | wordswithoutborders.org | Batool Haidari |Siamak Herawi |Alexander Aguayo

The woman vomited, leaving white and orange spots on the mosaic floor. Kneeling, she continued to throw up, her dyed hair sticking to her forehead, her face covered in sweat. Several women hastily moved away, frowning. I approached her and she raised her head in fear and embarrassment as she noticed my attendant’s blue boots. Her chador lay spread out on the ground.

Feb 13, 2023 | affarinternazionali.it | Batool Haidari

Le grandi questioniCrisiMedio OrienteSegnalazioni Prima di arrivare e trovare rifugio in Italia, ero una delle ricercatrici afgane impegnate nelle ricerche sui problemi dei pazienti che affrontavano la pedofilia. Mi sono sentita minacciata dal ritorno dei talebani poiché ero una professoressa universitaria e anche una scrittrice, oltre a essere membro della leadership della rete di partecipazione politica delle donne afgane.