Fiction

The Photo
By Rah'nawar Zariab
Everyday when I crossed the road I saw his fading camera placed on its stand on the road along the wall and him sitting on the ground, brooding.

Poetry

Answering
By Zohra Saed

Photo Essay

Back to my Roots, Back to Bamiyan
By Zemaryalai Tarzi
Translated from the French by Nadia Tarzi
Until I reached Bamiyan, I thought I had it all figured out. But it is only when I arrived in front of the great cliff, dominating the valley to the north, that I was left speechless.