17/03/2026
People call Pakistan a “Muslim country,” but for many of us from Afghanistan, those words feel hollow when we think about what we have lived through.
For as long as I can remember, peace has never truly stayed with us. No matter who was in power in Kabul, war always seemed to find its way back into our lives. It is not governments who suffer the most, it is ordinary people. It is children waking up in fear, families losing their sense of safety, and generations growing up knowing more about conflict than calm.
I was born and raised in a refugee camp in Pakistan. This is not politics for me, it is personal. It is the memory of growing up far from home, of feeling like we did not belong, of carrying the quiet pain of being seen as less, as unwanted.
What makes it even harder to accept is the feeling that our suffering has been shaped by decisions far beyond us. Powerful countries play their games, and Pakistan stands in that space, balancing its own needs. But the cost of those choices is carried by Afghan families, again and again.
We are not asking for anything extraordinary. Just a chance to live without fear. To let our children sleep through the night without nightmares. To belong to our own land with dignity and peace.