“My Khaterah Is No More” | Words Without Borders

My Khaterah Is No More, translated from Dari by Zubair Popalzai, depicts a cemetery in Kabul, where mourners have gathered to grieve the lives of their lost loved ones. Amid the sorrow, two strangers, mothers who both lost adult children in a terrorist attack, find strength in their shared loss: “Come with me, we’ll go together.”

My Khaterah Is No More, by Paranda writer Fatima Kay translated from Dari by Zubair Popalzai.

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