HELP EDUCATE AFGHAN GIRLS #GivingTuesday

By Humaira

My family and I were one of the many lucky Afghan refugees who immigrated to the United States in 1979, after the Russian red army marched into Afghanistan and occupied it for the next nine years.  

I'm thankful for living in the Bay Area where we have abundant opportunities and my children live in a safe community where they have access to education, art, community and a promising future. Unfortunately not all children around the world are as lucky as mine. There are Afghan girls who go to school hungry, if they even have a school, they go to bed with the sound of exploding bombs, if they even have a bed, and they worry about what tomorrow brings them, if they live long enough to see tomorrow.

As a way to give back for my good fortune, twelve years ago, I co-founded Afghan Friends Network, a non-profit organization where we enable local communities in Afghanistan to send their girls to school, to teach their boys the worthiness of their sisters and to empower women to read and write. 

This #GivingTuesday I ask you to support the students of our schools in Ghazni, Afghanistan through a tax deductible donation to Afghan Friends Network (AFN).

We, at AFN believe that education can be transformative. Our students come to our learning centers through snowy winters, in spite of concerns for their personal security, and against the weight of intractable poverty. The 5,000 middle and high school students and adult women we have educated are determined to change their communities - as nurses, computer scientists, teachers - and their lives.

Hear it from a student of Afghan Friends Network’s Women’s Literacy Program:

“[Literacy] influences my family life, when some letter comes to my house my husband gives it to me to read it, I am proud of my lesson studied in KLC. ”

— Zia Gull, 56 year old student at our Women's Literacy Program

Afghan Friends Network is an all-volunteer, grassroots organization—almost all funds raised go directly to our projects in Afghanistan. Today, we ask for your support to help us continue our work in Afghanistan. A donation of any amount $5, $25, $100 or $250 will make a difference in our student's lives. Please consider making a donation today to support our #GivingTuesday campaign. 

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Most importantly, please share the message - about #GivingTuesday, about Afghanistan, about AFN. What moves you to give? When you are thinking of the word giving, what do you imagine?  

Happy holidays, and happy #GivingTuesday!

A HOWLER OF A HALLOWEEN

By Humaira

I'm reposting this short story about my first experience as an eleven year old Afghan immigrant to the United States which highlight the hopes and dreams that came with my family's relocation to the United States. 

After moving to the U.S., my Afghan family embraced two American holidays; Thanksgiving and Halloween. My father always cooked a big turkey with all the fixings to give thanks for his arrival to the United States a week before Thanksgiving of 1978, when he joined my sister and two brothers who were already here. The remaining family members followed him nearly a year later.  

I was 11 and my brother Tamim was eight when we arrived in New York with no English or any sense of life in America, except for dreams we had created over the nine months of travel from Afghanistan to the U.S.  

My sister Nabila excitedly told us about the upcoming holiday, Halloween. She explained that American children dress in costumes, go to parties, carve pumpkins and get candy.  Somehow the order of all of this didn’t make any sense but, we zeroed in on the candy part.  In Afghanistan, the only time we got candy was during two annual Eid holidays, the rest of the year we had to settle for raisins and dried fruit.

We had heard in America kids got candy and chocolates all the time but we couldn't believe our luck that people would come to our door to give us candy. Clearly, something was lost in translation. On Halloween, Tamim and I patiently waited all day for the candy bearers.

Finally around 6pm the doorbell rang; on the other side we found a sheep, a girl in a bonnet and a wolf. They said something in unison. We said nothing, and waited for them to hand over their candy. They said the same thing again. We just stood there, waiting. The girl in the bonnet looked annoyed, it was hard to tell with the sheep and the wolf. 

Just when they were about to leave without giving us candy my Dad interfered.  He dropped coins in their bags and then ushered us inside where he patiently explained how Halloween truly works. So, we quickly got to work on a costume with our limited resources.

Making something out of nothing is a skill all refugees develop over time, either by choice or necessity. We decided to be clowns. I used my mom's red lipstick to draw bright red circles on our cheeks and reddened our lips. Somehow this didn't seem enough of a disguise so I darkened and elongated our eyebrows with her black eyeliner. We looked more like a drag queens than clowns.

We headed out with one shared bag and started ringing doorbells in our low income, high rise apartment building in a down and out part of Queens, New York. The first couple of doors didn’t answer, but the third one did. A nice woman opened the door, paused and then said something to us. We just stood there with outstretched hand, holding our bag. 

She cocked her head to the right and repeated the same thing again, but a little slower. We just stared without a word. She gave up and dropped two small chocolates in our shared bag. 

We walked away in disbelief about this amazing holiday. I turned to Tamim, "Didn't I tell you Amreekaw is great. All you have to do is ring someone’s bell and they give you chocolate." 

Later, with a bag full of candy we sat happily telling Nabila about our adventures, while she spent half an hour trying to get the lipstick off of our cheeks. This was my first lesson in make up application, don’t put lipstick on anything but lips.

What are some of your blunderous Halloween stories?

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AFGHAN VEGETABLE FRITTATA - KHAKEENA

Afghan Culture Unveiled

By Humaira

Even food bloggers get in a food rut. My family knows I’ve run out of cooking energy when our dinner consists of Tortila de Patata, a Spanish potato and egg omelette since I always have eggs, onions and potatoes on hand. 

Today’s recipes, khakeena,  is Afghanistan’s answer to the Spanish Tortilla, you wouldn’t know it from the the long list of ingredients but I promise you it's true. Khak is the Dari word for dirt. Perhaps, our cleverly named dish khakeena, symbolize sweeping out the left overs from pantry, fridge or cold room from left over ingredients.

The idea is to throw together whatever veggies you have laying around into a healthy, hearty dish using eggs as a binder since they are expensive and used sparingly in Afghanistan. A summer khakeena will most likely have a different ingredient list than a winter khakeena.

Traditionally, khakeena is eaten for lunch. It’s served in a wedge with a salad and a side of nan.

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I made wraps to make the dish more filing for my hungry teenagers. I added a little Humaira twist to the dish by creating a creamy feta sauce which adds a tangy edge to the wrap. There is no wrong way to serve this dish. 

I want to thank my sister Nabila for sourcing this recipe from a friend of hers.

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AFGHAN VEGETABLE FRITTATA

KHAKEENA

½ cup acorn squash, shredded with a box grater

⅓ cup fresh dill, finely chopped

3 green onions, chopped

2 cups spinach, chopped

1 jalapeno pepper, seeded and minced

1 zucchini, shredded

3 fingerling potatoes, shredded

1 small red onion, finely chopped

3 cloves garlic, finely chopped

1 teaspoon fresh ginger, finely chopped

3 eggs

1 teaspoon kosher salt

½ teaspoon black pepper, freshly ground

1 teaspoon cumin, ground

1 teaspoon coriander, ground

4 spinach lavash, cut down to 8x10 inch size

Feta sauce:

¼ cup crumbled feta

½ tablespoon lemon zest

½ tablespoon olive oil

Heat oven to 350 degree

Mix all ingredients in a large bowl until all ingredients are mixed well - around two minutes. Butter the bottom of an oven safe, deep frying pan with a generous coat of butter or use olive oil. Pour the mixture into the pan, spread evenly. Bake for 25-30 minutes.

While the frittata is in the oven, make the feta sauce. Put all ingredients in small bowl, mix with a small spoon, pressing the feta with the back of the spoon to create a creamy mixture.

Frittata can be served with a fresh salad with a small dollop of the feta sauce with side of pita or nan.

I made a wrap to make the dish more filing. Spread a thin layer of the feta sauce in the middle of the lavash, divide the frittata into quarters, place one portion on the lavash. Fold in one side of the lavash and then roll from the bottom up. Cut in half, serve with a side of salad. 

Serves 4-5

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