Afghan Kid

My Father's Shadow -
- He was like a shadow for the early part of my childhood even though I remember other events vividly; somehow, he was separated from my consciousness.  

A Fight -
- A fight tells the many traumatic stories of my childhood witnessing domestic violence. Dark moments in my life that had formed shadowy impressions on me for the rest of my life. 

Black Widow -
- Black widow's part in the story of the domestic violence I witnessed.  

My Father's Hand -
- Only two instances in my life that I remember him. He was there, but I didn't want to see him.

Trauma -
- If we are human, then we have experienced some trauma. My childhood trauma growing up in Afghanistan is not a singular story but shared with millions of young children. 

Report? -
- The thought of reporting does not exist in the Afghan culture today and never existed before.  We are in an abusive cycle that is repeating itself in different generations.  

5 Million -
- Five million is too many eyes to see the impressions of domestic violence, something we carry as trauma for the rest of our lives. 

Some Facts -
- Facts confirm my story of domestic violence and a global issue that we are facing. A generational trauma that is hovering over you and me.

 Violence -
- Our life was what the universe offered us at that moment.  The violence was just a way of life to survive and strive for hope.

 Our Life -
- Generational traumas have become our traditions, our culture, and a way of life.  This vicious cycle is centuries old, and it has stood there before you and me. Can one stand to a way of life?