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Little Women of Baghlan describes life in rural Afghanistan. Or maybe it was fate that brought two friends together: It was just a conversation, the kind of easy exchange between two people who have been friends for a very long time. As I chatted with my friend Jo, she casually mentioned a box of letters, tapes, and a diary she had saved from her service in Afghanistan with the Peace Corps in the late s.
Unknown to me until that moment, however, was the existence of a diary. I encouraged her to pursue the idea. And you have a record of it all. You should definitely write your story. So I pack everything away—until the next time. However, like Jo, I struggled to find a starting point. It was easy enough to piece together a factual account of her experience, but as I worked my way through her journal for a second time, the words evoked images from the past, like black-and-white snapshots of a time and place that has since vanished.
She describes a group of Americans living in a village called Baghlan, working together despite religious and cultural differences. In world that increasingly equates different with evil, her narrative is a desperately needed call for mutual respect and understanding.
I queried Jo about the women of Afghanistan, specifically what life was like before the Taliban came to power, for the project soon evolved as a voice for them, indeed, a voice for women everywhere who cannot speak for themselves. At the same time I felt it was imperative to present an accurate and balanced account of that particular time in history. How do you think this fact shaped their experiences? How would it have been different if they had email and cell phone contact?
Are you an auditory or visual learner? How do you identify with each of these cultures? How do you reconcile the rights of the individual with the common good of any community? How is this concept playing out in our country today? The women wait in a hot, stifling bus while the men have their tea and food.