“So we fled. Leaving all. The bones of our mothers and fathers. Home. Honor. Hope. Sister away from sister. Brother from brother. Our people scattered like ash to the four corners of the earth. Barbad barbad. Some of us, by what hand of fate, brought here. To this strange country that before the wars came we had never even seen in a dream of a dream of a dream…”
Good People
P. Stanekzey was born in Kabul. Her family fled the conflict in Afghanistan and became refugees when she was one month old. Through her writing she aims to explore the Afghan experience.