First Rain

Raindrops on the glass began a new story. Winter in Kabul arrives late, but when it comes, it changes everything.

A girl with an old umbrella passed my window and waved. In that instant I found my character: a girl who wants to hold the city together with words.

By morning I had written ten pages. When the rain stopped, the story was not finished; it had only begun. Because every rain opens a new path in a writer's heart.