Epilogue

Kabul Jan, Kaweyan, and Kamila’s Faith in Good Fortune

On November 13, 2001, the Taliban abandoned Kabul.

Radio Sharia once again became Radio Afghanistan. And Farhad Darya’s voice rang out in his song “Kabul Jan” (“Beloved Kabul”), this time in the open, for everyone to enjoy, with no Amr bil-Maroof to fear:

Let me sing the hymn of the Afghan nation

Let me go to Hindukush and recite the Holy Q’uran

Let me sing to my homeless wandering people

From Iran all the way down to Pakistan

Northern Alliance soldiers in their crisp camouflage uniforms spread out across the capital, riding up and down city streets and shouting that the Taliban had gone. On Khair Khana’s main road, Indian songs blared from shops and stalls. Cars honked their horns. Men shaved their beards on the streets. Children brought out their soccer balls. The city relaxed—and celebrated publicly—for the first time in five years.

To most of Kabul’s women, however, the party outside felt decidedly premature. Mrs. Sidiqi was so worried about the chaos in the streets and the sudden change of government that she sent all five of her girls into a crawlspace under the stairs that led up to Dr. Maryam’s office and ordered them to stay there until she judged it safe for them to come out. “Who knows what will happen?” she said to the girls as she shooed them into the little windowless storage area. Who knew if marauding men would wander into their home now that the Taliban had fled? “Wait here until tomorrow; then we’ll know better.” All night long the girls listened to the muffled sound of street celebrations from their bunker.

For days afterward, female visitors arrived at the green gate still wearing their chadri. Kamila agreed with her friends that it was wise to wait before shedding the veil they had gotten so used to over the past five years. No need to rush. If things really had changed, there would be plenty of time to adjust to the new order and embrace their hard-won liberties.

By the time I met Kamila, in December 2005, the first stage of the war had long since passed, and so had the euphoria that greeted the American invasion and the retreat of the Taliban. Many Afghans I interviewed wondered why things weren’t getting better. They pilloried the free-spending foreigners for their wasteful ways: the big cars that hogged the torn-up roads, the expensive fortified compounds, the well-intended development projects—and their well-paid staffs—which left little behind once they ended. The more time I spent in Kabul the more I saw what they saw and the more I understood their frustration. I also wondered if this latest international foray into Afghan nation-building would end well for anyone.

Perhaps that’s why the first thing I noticed about Kamila—other than her ebullient youth—was her optimism. Her faith upended my own mounting despair. She spoke about her country’s promise with conviction and hope. Not a trace of skepticism or cynicism. “When the international community returned to Afghanistan in 2001,” she told me, “it was as though they suddenly remembered our country just as quickly as they had forgotten it, after they abandoned us once the Soviets left.” And Kamila welcomed the world back with open arms. “This is a golden chance for Afghanistan,” she said. An opportunity to help her fellow Afghans rebuild what war had destroyed: the roads, the economy, the country’s educational system—all the vital infrastructure that had collapsed—and to give her generation and the next one the first chance they had ever had to live in peace. For the past four years Kamila had been doing her part, working with the foreigners on behalf of her countrymen, first with the United Nations and then with the global aid organization Mercy Corps. Women like her who had experience with the international community were in short supply and high demand.

Kamila’s work after the American invasion and the fall of the Taliban focused on women and business. Soon after the Taliban troops pulled out of Kabul she left the International Organization for Migration to set up and staff a Mercy Corps women’s center in Kabul that offered literacy classes and vocational courses. She trained women in microfinance, teaching them how to use small loans to grow vegetables or make soap and candles, and how to sell these products once they were ready for market. The key was to help women help themselves so that they could support their families long after the foreigners left.

As she got better at her work, Kamila began to train other business teachers, and she traveled around the country leading courses in entrepreneurship. She could connect to uneducated and illiterate Afghans much better than the highly paid foreign consultants could, and she was adept at bridging the gap between her international bosses and the people they had come to Afghanistan to help. Mercy Corps colleagues, including Anita, who first recruited her to the organization, and Shireen, a former journalist who had worked for AT&T, helped Kamila to fill any gaps in her knowledge.

But as much as she enjoyed her work for the big global organizations, Kamila never lost the entrepreneurship bug herself. While working at Mercy Corps she started a construction business. The company thrived for a while, but it was hard to find the capital to keep it going, and competition was fierce. So she closed it down and began looking for other opportunities.

Kamila’s colleagues became part of her family just as they had when she ran her tailoring business. Only this time it was members of the international community who passed through the green gate, not determined young women looking for work. It was nothing unusual to have coworkers from France or Canada show up for dinner at the Sidiqi home, and one foreign friend even moved in with the Sidiqi clan so they could help her improve her Dari language skills. Ruxandra, a consultant with the International Labour Organization, whose work and research focused on women and business, was a regular visitor. Kamila’s parents were amazed by the salaries the foreigners were paying. Young women like Kamila who had worked for the UN and NGOs under the Taliban now earned nearly as much in one week as they had in a year. The money Kamila brought home funded the university education of her brothers and sisters as well as the upkeep of the house in Khair Khana, where most of the siblings now lived.

As always, Malika tried to encourage her younger sister, offering advice when asked but otherwise staying out of her way. She marveled at how quickly her sister adapted to the end of the Taliban and the arrival of the foreigners, and watched in pride as Kamila unleashed all the ambition and talent she had stored up in the Taliban days now that Afghanistan had rejoined the rest of the world.

In January 2005, the Thunderbird School of Global Management, located in the United States, in Arizona, accepted Kamila to a two-week MBA program for Afghan businesswomen; already she had been invited to join Bpeace, a New York nonprofit that ran a mentoring program for high-potential entrepreneurs. And then one day in October the phone rang and Kamila learned that Condoleezza Rice, the American secretary of state, had invited her—the dressmaker from Kabul who had started a construction company—to Washington, D.C. Just days later she found herself speaking into a shiny microphone and peering out at a sea of tables set with linen tablecloths and glimmering crystal and around which sat Very Important People—members of Congress, businessmen, diplomats, and the secretary of state herself—who were there to hear her story:

“I am Kamila Sidiqi,” she began. “I am a business owner from Afghanistan. . . .” She told them how she started her first venture from the living room of her home in Khair Khana, and how today—with the help of Thunderbird, Mercy Corps, and U.S. government funding—she had trained more than nine hundred of her countrymen and women so that they, too, would have the skills to build and grow their own businesses. She spoke about how business and education transformed women’s lives, and how this change had led to another extraordinary development: women in Afghanistan taking part in the political process. “This partnership between America and my country, it’s a good and helpful beginning. Together, I believe that we can and will make even more progress in building a more stable and successful Afghanistan.”

I met Kamila for a cup of tea about a month after her Washington speech in the Mercy Corps’ Kabul offices. It was a somewhat cheerless winter afternoon and she was at a crossroads. After attending a business development services training in Italy sponsored by Mercy Corps, she had decided to abandon her work for international agencies and begin her own business—again. She was about to turn down a good job that offered her stability and some security, and she had no doubts about her decision.

“If I go to work with some international agency they will give me a very high salary but it really only benefits just my family and me,” she told me. “It doesn’t create jobs for other people, like we did during the Taliban. On the other hand, if I start my own private company, I can train a lot of people, and those people will go out and start their own businesses. And then maybe they will inspire even more people to do the same thing, and so on. I know this business could make a big difference for this country.”

It was her beloved brother Najeeb who came up with the name for Kamila’s new enterprise. Her dressmaking business had supported him during the Taliban years, and the word that he found to capture his sister’s energy and aspiration was Kaweyan, after an eastern Iranian dynasty that was known for its glory and good fortune. Najeeb confidently predicted that his sister would have the same lasting success.

At this time, though, Kamila was Kaweyan’s sole employee, and its only assets were a silver Dell laptop—courtesy of Mercy Corps—and the clear, passionate vision of its young founder.

“Once I have launched this business,” she said, “I will start training people—both men and women—and create mobile teams that can travel to different provinces all over Afghanistan and maybe even Pakistan and India. Kaweyan will teach people to develop their ideas and write a business plan, to make a budget and do profit-and-loss analysis. Later on we can work with private companies on marketing and business ideas, because Afghanistan needs business if it is going to keep growing once the foreigners leave. And I want to work with students, too, just as we did with the tailoring business: Kaweyan could give part-time work to university interns so they can write business plans for all different kinds of companies around the country. We don’t have enough jobs for everyone in Afghanistan, and this way we’ll create opportunities for young people as well as entrepreneurs.”

Women, of course, would be a particular focus of Kaweyan. After so many years of war, women’s entrepreneurship was about far more than business.

“Money is power for women,” Kamila said. “If women have their own income to bring to the family, they can contribute and make decisions. Their brothers, their husbands, and their entire families will have respect for them. I’ve seen this again and again. It’s so important in Afghanistan because women have always had to ask for money from men. If we can give them some training, and an ability to earn a good salary, then we can change their lives and help their families.”

She paused for a moment to make sure I was following, then continued. “I was lucky. My father was a very educated man and he made certain that all nine of his daughters studied and learned. But there are families everywhere who have six or seven children and they can only pay for the boys to go to school; they don’t have enough money for girls to go. So if we can train a woman who never had the chance to study, and she can start her own business, it will be good for the whole family as well as for the community. Her work will create jobs for other people and pay for both her boys and her girls to be educated. For the future of Afghanistan we must provide good education for our children—for the next generation. That’s why business matters. And that’s why I started Kaweyan.”

Over the years that I spent visiting with Kamila, she and I kept up a running joke that we both needed to get married soon, if only to stop our families from asking us when we would. I thought it funny that though the worlds we came from could not be any more different, we shared a similar set of pressures from relatives who, though proud of our work, were eager to see us find good husbands and “finally settle down.”

And by the time 2008 finished, both of us had—happily. Kamila’s groom was a cousin who had studied engineering in Moscow and now lived in London. Though she had no doubt she wanted to marry him, she insisted during their long months of courtship by phone and email that he understand and accept how committed she was to her business and to Afghanistan. With the delight of a new bride she showed me a wallet-size photo of him that she carried with her. He has a movie-star smile and, she says, a generous heart paired with a powerful intellect.

Their 2007 wedding was a glorious, two-day, 650-guest Afghan affair with pounding music and endless meals. Kamila shone in an intricately beaded, long-sleeved white gown. (Saaman’s earlier prediction turned out to be true: Kamila no longer had time to sew anything herself and found both of her dresses at a fashionable downtown store.) Looking as glamorous as a film star, she posed with her handsome new husband for picture after picture. Mr. Sidiqi, always noticeable for his impeccable military posture, beams in the photos, looking every inch the proud patriarch.

A year later Kamila gave birth to a baby boy, Naweyan. She takes him to Kaweyan’s second-story office nearly every morning—sometimes to her out-of-town trainings, too—and jokes that he is the firm’s youngest employee. He sleeps through most of her meetings, only occasionally waking up to interrupt his mother’s discussions with cries of hunger. When he gets very fussy one of Kamila’s eight sisters comes by the office to take him home for the afternoon. I confess that, as I watched the infant’s handoff among the sisters, it sometimes seemed easier to be a working mom in Kabul than in Washington.

On my last reporting trip to Afghanistan, in October 2009, I met Kamila’s older brother, Najeeb. He had spent most of the Taliban years in Iran, working odd jobs, before returning to university study and a prestigious public service position in Kabul. We had arranged to meet at the Kabul Inn, a quiet hotel with a modest dining room that looked onto a courtyard filled with flowering shrubs that shook in the winter wind. Indian music videos loudly played on a TV set in the corner near an abandoned buffet table. An hour had passed since our scheduled meeting time, and I began to worry. Perhaps he had decided not to come; perhaps he worried that telling his sister’s—and his family’s—story was unwise in the current political climate. But finally he rushed through the door and apologized for his lateness. Roads were blocked all across downtown Kabul in hopes of thwarting suicide attacks around the upcoming presidential runoff elections; it had taken him ninety minutes to go only a few kilometers.

I waited nervously for him to begin.

“Gayle Jan,” he said, “I wanted to meet you because I wanted to thank you. I always hoped that someone would come from a foreign country and tell my sister’s story. She was so brave at such a difficult time, and she did so much for all of us—not just my own family but so many other families in Khair Khana and around Kabul. And she is the reason that all of us got educated. I wanted you to know how glad I am that her story will finally be told. And to thank you for coming here.”

For the first time since arriving bleary-eyed in Afghanistan that sunny December morning—for the first time ever on a reporting trip, I admit—my eyes teared. And I realized that Kamila’s brother understood better than I did why, at this moment, telling his sister’s story matters so much. Brave young women complete heroic acts every day, with no one bearing witness. This was a chance to even the ledger, to share one small story that made the difference between starvation and survival for the families whose lives it changed. I wanted to pull the curtain back for readers on a place foreigners know more for its rocket attacks and roadside bombs than its countless quiet feats of courage. And to introduce them to the young women like Kamila Sidiqi who will go on. No matter what.

Where They Are Today

Sara continues to work for the betterment of her family. Her two sons are enrolled in university, which makes her very proud, and her work allows her to afford a home for her family so she no longer has to be a financial burden on her in-laws. Today she and her children are living on their own in the capital. Sara continues to work as a seamstress while also serving as a cook and house manager.

Mahnaz went on to achieve her dream of becoming an educator. Though it was difficult for her to resume her studies after the five-and-a-half-year ban on girls’ education, she persevered, taking the university entrance exam and landing a position as a young professor at one of Kabul’s leading institutions of higher education. For two years after the Taliban departed, she continued to wear the chadri, finding it difficult to adjust to the change of being out on the street in a mere headscarf. Her sister, who also sewed with Kamila and her sisters, resumed her studies alongside Mahnaz and went on to become a doctor, just as she had always hoped.

In 1998, after nearly two years of Taliban rule, Dr. Maryam decided to move her family to Helmand province in southern Afghanistan, right next door to the seat of the Taliban. Few women doctors worked in that region at the time, and she was both adored and respected by her community for the services she provided. Taliban officials were also grateful for her work and for her willingness to leave Kabul, and they did nothing to interfere with the treatment of her patients. Many of them, in fact, brought their wives and daughters to her. Some of the women in Helmand whom Dr. Maryam hired and trained during the Taliban years went on to become nurses and midwives themselves, teaching others in their communities about the importance of protecting women’s health. Dr. Maryam continues to work as a pediatrician and encourages her talented young daughters, who are now at the top of their own classes, to consider a career in medicine.

Rahela, Kamila’s impressive cousin who helped to lead the UN Habitat efforts during the Taliban years, is now a senior government official. She is currently leading an effort to strengthen the country’s civil service and, in between managing a demanding career and a family of young chil-dren, is also helping to organize and deliver microloans to wo-men in need in two provinces of Afghanistan. In the coming years she hopes to grow the program, which is funded by donations from local women leaders in the community.

Most of the women involved in the Women’s Community Forums programs went on to become leaders in their fields. Many are serving in government, a number are educators, some are running their own community organizations, and others have succeeded in business. All credit the Community Forum program with helping them to discover their leadership potential and to prove to themselves that they did indeed have the ability to make a difference.

As for the UN Habitat Community Forum program itself, it became a role model for the new government’s plan to develop rural Afghanistan. The National Solidarity Program built upon the Community Forum’s democratic and ground-up model using new Community Development Councils to empower citizens to decide on local development priorities for themselves.

Ali and his brothers are still in Kabul. Though they no longer have their own stores, they continue to support their families and each other. And they refuse to take credit for the good work they did during those difficult years when Kabul’s economy collapsed. Only one of the brothers has seen Roya, their former client, since the Taliban left and the government changed. This accidental meeting came in 2004 when Kamila found herself in a taxi with a driver she recognized. He did not recognize her, since he had never before seen her face, so Kamila/Roya introduced herself to Hamid. He marveled at meeting his longtime client and sent his best wishes to her family. Kamila returned his kindness and added that she and her family remained very grateful for all the support he and his brothers had offered them during the Taliban years.

As for Kamila’s sisters, they, too, have forged their own paths, supporting one another and their own families. Saaman, who never forgot the joy and beauty of the novels and poetry that had so lifted her spirits through the difficult years, went on to make her family proud by completing her university studies and taking a degree in literature. Laila also successfully completed her university courses. Malika is now among the busiest women in Kabul, managing all at once to help her husband, raise four healthy children, work with Kamila at Kaweyan, and complete her long-deferred university degree. After sifting through years of memories to tell me about the women she worked with and sewed for during the Taliban years, she remembered the satisfaction she found in her tailoring work and was inspired to resume her dressmaking. She is now once again creating suits, dresses, and jackets for private clients, with help and support from Saaman.

As for Mr. and Mrs. Sidiqi, they continue to live in the north, enjoying the beauty of Parwan and relishing visits from their eleven children and dozens of grandchildren. Mr. Sidiqi remains among the most ardent and articulate supporters of girls’ education I’ve ever met. As he often says, “It is much better to earn a living with a pen than with power,” and it is a never-ending source of pride to him that all his daughters have been educated. The youngest of his nine girls is now finishing her college studies in computer sciences.

Kamila’s brothers also succeeded in their studies. Both men completed university degrees that were funded by their sister’s work, and each expresses tremendous gratitude for his sister’s encouragement and support—emotional as well as financial—over the past fifteen years. As Najeeb told me, “Besides being my sister, Kamila is my friend and a leader in our family.”

Afghanistan’s future remained very much on the minds of Kamila and her family as they finally began to look ahead in our conversations, after so many months of looking back. Their belief in their country’s potential is powerful, unflagging, and often, I found, beguilingly contagious. Kamila continues to dream big, working to grow Kaweyan and to become one of the nation’s leading entrepreneurs. Each day she defies the many setbacks that face her and others who are trying to make a difference in Afghanistan: escalating violence, rising corruption, and an increasingly anxious international community whose work is now regularly aborted by security lockdowns and intensifying threats to its safety.

Women I have met want nothing more than peace. But they fear that the world is growing eager to reach a deal in which their rights will be part of the price of security. And they worry their country’s problems will be balanced on their backs once more. Neither they nor the men I have interviewed in the past two years believe that an abandoned Afghanistan will remain an isolated problem for long.

With grace and dignity the individuals to whom this story belongs push forward each day. They believe, as they always have, that something better is possible.

I, for one, hope they are right.

Kamila Sidiqi with Condoleezza Rice

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After years of working with Afghan women as an entrepreneur and community leader, Kamila was invited to Washington, D.C., to address the U.S. Global Leadership Campaign’s 10th Anniversary Gala Dinner. (U.S. Global Leadership Campaign)

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