Dust covered notebooks pile up.A Kabul kid knocks on school doors.Padlock clicks shut.Her spark? Snuffed out cold.
That's Taliban reality check. 1.4 million girls sidelined from high school. Four years deep. UNESCO labels it generational theft. Truth hits hard: these girls craved stethoscopes, chalkboards, blueprints. Now? Blank stares at home ceilings.
Sixth grade ends it for them. Boys trudge in, brains stuffed with dogma. Colleges nuke women’s words. Scores of books torched from shelves. Gender classes? Erased. Rights pages? Toxic waste. Lecturers bounced for stray thoughts. Madrasas multiply like rabbits, spitting out watchdogs.
Women? Job blacklists everywhere. No solo park strolls. Gym access denied. Travel solo? Grab a male shadow. Salons smashed. Women’s broadcasts killed. Clinics boot lone females. Whips crack publicly over rumors or "flaws." Web throttled in chunks. "Vice central," they grunt. Teens whisper to AI ghosts on hidden screens. Faint pulse of hope.
Call it guardrails? Nah, pure prison bars. Blank minds ask nothing. Nothing asked equals iron rule. Money vanishes. Starvation gnaws. Forced kid unions boom. Self endings spike. Minds shatter quiet. Taliban peddles "holy law." Straight facts: sex lockdown. UN brands it atrocity against us all.
Country sliced in two. Tomorrow's healers? Absent. Dreamers? Deleted. Fear peddlers thrive. Brains drain out or drop off radar. News strangled. World glances—drops pennies. Taliban no-welcome club. They clink glasses on year four. Innocents bleed for it.
One locked half drags everyone down. Who steps up to smash those chains for good?
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