Maristoon's stories

My name is Mary. I am 6 years old. My father’s name is Abdul Mohed. At the time of civil war our house was bombed by an airplane and my father became disabled. My mother was injured too and my grand mother died. People took my mother to the hospital but they didn’t know that my father was injured badly than my mother. My mother was admitted in the hospital for 3 months and I and my brothers and sister were at our uncle’s home. After my mother came home we went to Pakistan. We had a very hard time there. So we came back to our village in Tagab. But the life was difficult here than Pakistan. Then people told us about the Maristoon. After three and four months we came to live in the Maristoon. It is good to live here because we have enough food to eat and a good place to live. The good thing is that I go to school here and I am in 3rd grade. After school I like to help my sister in house work.


I am Shah Khanom. My father’s name is Mohammad Zaher. I am 8 years old and I study in second grade. Twenty or twenty five years ago my father was disabled by a land mine and he married my mother who is mentally ill. My father took a shop and sold things. But during civil war our shop and house both were destroyed. So my father applied for living in the Maristoon and after some time we got the chance to live here. We are happy to live here because it is better than nothing.


My name is Khan Wali. I am 13 years old and I study in 5th grade. I have the third position in the class. My father’s name is Abdul Mohed. At the time of civil war our house was bombed by an airplane and my father became disabled. My mother was injured too and my grand mother died. People took my mother to the hospital but they didn’t know that my father was injured badly than my mother. My mother was admitted in the hospital for 3 months after she came home she took us to Pakistan. After spending a poor life there we came back to Afghanistan. Here we tried really hard to get the permission of living in the Maristoon. Now at the Maristoon we are happy but my father’s health is getting worse day by day. I wish for a day that we will have our own home and that my father become well again. I wish to be a doctor to help the needy people like us in the future.

Maristoon's stories

I am Rahmatullah, and I am 8 years old. My father’s name is Zaro khan. Many years ago my father’s car was crashed by a land mine and he became disabled. So we came to live with our uncle. He was a poor man so he couldn’t afford to keep us. That is why my father worked at a water mill. Though he was disabled but he worked hard to feed us. After some time, drought came and my father was not able to work at the mill so we moved to Kabul. In Kabul my father took wheel borrow and sold small equipments. It was not a good work and our problems were increasing day by day. One day my uncle came and told my mother about the Maristoon. During taliban’s regime we came to Maristoon. It’s good to live here. I go to school too; I am in 3rd grade I wish to be a doctor so that I can help the sick and needy people.



I am Nazia. I am 6 years old. My father’s name is Yar Mohammad. We lived in Kandahar years ago. My aunt’s father in law died and they blamed my father for the death of him. So my father was put into prison for two years and because we were left with our mother and she was pregnant too and we didn’t have any place to go so we came to live in a prison with my mother .My sister was born in the prison. After living one year at the prison we start to live in Kandahar’s Maristoon. Then we came to know that our father was transferred to Kabul that is why we came to Kabul’s Maristoon. My mother visits my father at the Prison but it has been five years since he is in jail though his penalty was for two years but we can’t do anything because we don’t have enough money to release him. Now I go to the school and I want to be a teacher.


My name is Niaz mohammad. My father’s name is Yar Mohammad. I am 8 years old and I am in 1st grade. My father was put in jail because he was blamed for my aunt’s father in law’s death. Then we came to live at a prison with our mother where my mother born my sisters. After knowing that my father was transferred to Kabul we came to Kabul too. Even after spending five years in the prison my father is still not released. I wish for a day that my father will come back home. And we start the happy life once again.


My name is Jan Sayed. My father’s name is Obaidullah. I’m 7 years old. Many years ago my father became sick of stomach’s cancer and we took him to Pakistan. After coming from Pakistan my Uncle told my mother not to waste your money on your husband because he is going to die in ten days. And my father died after ten days. I have three brothers and two sisters. After we were left alone my uncles tried to take us to the Maristoon and they brought us here. I go to school here and I want to be a teacher so that I can teach people and make doctors and engineers out of them.

My name is Hanifullah. My father’s name is Obaidullah. I’m 8 years old. Many years ago my father became sick and we took him to Pakistan. After coming from Pakistan my Uncle told my mother not to waste your money on your husband because he is going to die in ten days. And my father died after ten days. I have three brothers and two sisters I go to school here in the Maristoon I want to be teacher like my brother. And I like to live here always

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My name is Farzana and I am 12 years. My father was drug addict that is why my mother divorced him and went away with her brother. She wanted to take me and my sister with herself and my father also allowed us ,but my uncle’s wife didn’t agree she said if me and my sister live with her, she will divorce her husband. So we were left with our father. Shortly after my mother left, my father also died. We started to live with our uncle his wife and their three children. After sometime my uncle was lost and we didn’t know where he was. We didn’t know where to go and what to do, that is why my uncle’s wife worked to feed us, and we waited for one year till we came to the Maristoon. This is a good place to live but the problem is that we can’t go outside the Maristoon’s area without permission. I wish to be a Journalist so that I would live a better life.






My name is Marina. I am 12 years old. I have three sisters and a brother. My father died many years ago and we were left with our mother. We came to live with our uncle. My uncle’s family was not happy to have us at their home because they were very poor and couldn’t keep us and feed us. Then my mother start working as a cleaner, till we had the chance to live at the Maristoon. We are happy here because we have home and food. I want to study hard to have a bright future.





I am Zohra and I am 12 years old. At first my father didn’t worked but then he got a job of keeping animals, though he was disabled but still he worked hard, till he got TB from working with the animals and died of it. My mother was disabled too so we came to live with our aunt. My aunt was a teacher at the Maristoon she tried to take us to Maristoon. We came here after one year. .
I go to school here and I am in 6th grade. I got the first position in my class and I want to be a doctor in the future.