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CSFilm at Northeastern University B.I.G. Venture Fair Nov. 13

Ali and RakanOn Nov. 13 CSFilm attended Northeastern University’s B.I.G. Venture Fair, a pilot program sponsored by Northeastern’s Career Services and the Center for Research Innovation for the university’s Global Entrepreneurship Week. CSFilm joined other start-up and growth oriented companies, both for and non-profit, at the B.I.G. (Business, Innovation, Growth) Fair to talk to members of the Northeastern community and to discuss opportunities for potential internships and co-op positions for the spring and summer semesters.

It was a great event for CSFilm, where we met people not only interested in working with us, but who were genuinely interested in our mission and spreading social change through documentary filmmaking.

 

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A Letter to My Harasser

Hello sir,

I do not know your name, but you passed by me a week after Eid-ul-Fetr in the Bazaar in Kabul. You might remember me. I was the young woman wearing a white scarf and a long red embroidered tunic with dark pants. I was standing by a vegetable stand and bargaining the price of fresh mint when you passed me and nonchalantly pinched my bottom. I turned red. The old man who was selling vegetables noticed but didn’t say anything. He probably sees this every day. This had happened to me more than once, but this time I felt more embarrassed because the old man noticed.

I ran after you and grasped your wrist. Scared and sweating I started yelling. “Why did you do that? How dare you? Do you do this at home to your family members too?” and you started yelling back louder, “you crazy woman! I haven’t done anything. You are not worth doing anything to.”

 I was still ashamed to tell people what you had done. You probably remember how everyone was watching us. Other women advised me to keep calm that this would only ruin my reputation, but I wasn’t going to give up now. I started yelling. Soon the police arrived and took us both to the station.

A tall man in uniform asked me what had happened. I told him. You opened your mouth and the police officer yelled, “You, shut up!” Next thing I knew he was beating you. You were on the floor and he was kicking you with his gigantic shoes. Sweat was dripping off his thick eyebrows. He must have been as angry as I was.

I didn’t see you again, but the friend who was walking with you followed me all the way home. He told me, “what is the big deal?! It is not like he f***ked you.” But I was too tired for a second fight that day.

You and your friend probably both claim to be Muslims. You probably even pray at the mosque every Friday or more often. You probably tell your wives that they should not get out of the house because the world out there is filled with horrible men who will disgrace them. You probably even believe that you had a right to touching my bottom because you think a “good” woman would never be out on the streets without a man. Your sisters are “good.” They stay at home when you pressure them to. If I were a “good woman” I would do the same. These streets belong to men.

I am writing this letter to tell you that I never intended for you to get beaten and humiliated, but I am not sorry for speaking out. I am writing to tell you that I know what you are up to. You want to threaten me, scare me, and keep me shut at home where I will learn to tend to many children and cook food for your kind and be submissive to a man that might someday marry me. You want me to be terrified of the world outside and not find my way and my place in it. You want me to believe that the only safe and “decent” place for me is in the kitchen and the bedroom. But I am writing you to tell you that I am not buying that ever again. Not you, not the Taliban, not this government, not my brother or mother, nor anybody else can convince me that I am less than a man, that I cannot protect myself, that I cannot be what I want to, and that the best life for me is in a “safe” kitchen where a man or a mother-in-law has control over my every move. I am not buying that. Not ever again.

I will come out of the home every day and walk bravely down the streets of my city, not because I need to, but because I can and neither your harassment or sexual assault nor an oppressive government will ever be able to take that ability from me again.

With Defiance,

A Woman You Harassed

http://www.asafeworldforwomen.org/about/safe-world-blogs/noorjahan-akbar/3319-kabul-harasser.html

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Ten Things I Love about Kabul, by Noorjahan Akbar

Ten Things I Love about Kabul
October 08, 2012by Noorjahan Akbar


Anxiety about security, especially among the educated youth and women, increases inAfghanistan as 2014 approaches. This anxiety became more apparent to me, when I was preparing to return to my college in the United States of America and many of my friends and relatives urged me not to return to Afghanistan. Each time I faced the suggestion, I would respond with one or two positive things about Afghanistan that gave me enough reason to come back and work for my country. Here are some of my reasons for loving Kabul and wanting to go back. Kabul nights are beautiful. Standing on a roof top and watching the Kabul sky shinning with stars and the hillsides shinning with light from the thousands of houses located on their skirts during the summer is one of the most peaceful activities in the world. Driving through 80m street of Taimani at night wasanother highlight of my time at home. The street has solar lights on both sides. The chilly wind, the occasional cars, the bright moon, the sounds oflittle shops closing down for the day all fill one with the deepest appreciation for life. Baaghe Shaahi is a symbol of women’s empowerment and progress. Baaghe Shaahi, is a garden and restaurant owned by a woman, located passed Qargha Lake. All the cooks are women. The space is for families-only to avoid men from harassing women. Upon entering the garden, especially in the evenings, you will see many families sitting in circles, talking, eating or playing cards and their children playing in the pool. Young couples immersed in love usually sit under flowering trees. There is a cutelittle pool for children right by the entrance. Apple, apricot, and pear trees, red, pink and white rose bushes, orchards, and a lot of greenery cover the garden giving it a fresh smell. The service is very friendly and the owner of the restaurant, a middle-aged woman with a great smile, visits tables to greet guests. Green tea tastes better at sunset in Kabul. Sitting on a bench in the yard right before sunset reading Mawlana or Frogh Farokhzaad, drinking hot green tea and listening to the local radios play music from around the world is spiritual healing at its best. No matter how hard or terrible the day has been, as the red light of sunset shines mercifully through the tall proud hills of Kabul to finish off the day, the whole city is filled with the hope for a tomorrow better than today.   Traffic gives me hope. I know many people who hate the traffic in Kabul and that is understandable. Afterall, one can spend anytime between 15 minutes to three hours stuck in traffic. But, I remember the Kabul my family returned to in 2001 every time there istraffic. The city was deserted. There was no sign of life. There were so few women and even fewer women out of the Burqa. Now, Kabul is booming! Seeing so many people rush to work or towards shopping centers, gives me hope that we, Afghans, will not give up on our country. When stuck in traffic, I look around to find female drivers, I count the number of women on the streets, I watch for the smile of children who are selling books or magazines and I feel so grateful that my city has life! Fruit stands of Kabul. When I returned to school this year several people commented on how healthy I looked after spending time at home. I owe it to the fruit stands of Kabul. The nice shopkeepers bargain endearingly and market their fruit as the best in the city. Most of the fruits are produced in Afghanistan. They are fresh and tasteful, unlike the fruit in USA that taste mostly like plastic and paper.Afghan National Army and the National Police standing on the streets filled me with pride this summer. I noticed that they are much friendlier to women, much more respectful and professional and dressed and equipped better than previous years. Every time I passed them I would salute them and smile and they would smile back.  That nice kid who washes cars in Shahr-e-Naw. This summer I met one of the nicest kids ever. He would usually be wearing a baseball cap, clean clothes, positive energy and a genuine laughter. He smiled every time he saw me driving towards him. He would run up to me with immense energy and ask “khala, should I wash your car?”   The waiter at Baba Amir Kababi. Baba Amir Kababi, traditional Kabab restaurant, is on the main Shar-e-Naw Street and it was the first Kababi I went to after years in Kabul. I was greeted by a very pleasant middle-aged man in a dark-red uniform. Usually, families and women are asked to sit in a separate part of the restaurant, but every time I came in to the restaurant, he would seat me at the general area without even asking me to be taken to the “special segregated room.” His open-mindedness would make my day every time I visited. Love. Every once in a while, I would see a couple holding hands in a shopping center, sitting under a tree in Baaghe Babur, drinking chai at a restaurant or walking around in Shahr –e-Naw. Traditionally, love is considered a crime and showing affection is uncommon among Afghan families. Seeing these public acts of love made me hopeful that some men now see their wives or fiancés as equals or as companions and that is progress. Youth are standing up. I met many articulate, progressive and smart youth this summer and attended many of their events. From Hadia cleaning the city and distributing Iftaari to police men and women, to a group of youth gathering to advocate against Taliban and brutalcrimes against civilians or distribute food to refugees and the emergence of a youth book-club are all examples of youth organizing. Youth leading protests or painting graffiti on the walls of Balkh Province to me all are signs of change and reasons to have hope and believe in Afghanistan. 

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Radio Afghanistan – Update November 21, 2012

Sound checkFollow along with Michael Sheridan’s second journal entry from the radio documentary training in Kabul, Afghanistan for the Afghan staff of America Abroad Media (AAM).  (The first journal entry can be read here.)

Saturday’s training reviewed principles of storytelling and structure, treatments and interest statements. Three teams of two went off to research stories they could turn into character driven, lived-reality radio pieces. Each team is to produce a narrative description of the story to be produced.

Making the shot

Sunday the teams pitched their stories to each other, followed by a peer-review based on the interest statements and story structure potential. Two of the three were determined very good and one was determined to be an issue without a story vehicle. The team agreed to find a new story or a way to address the issue they were raising through a viable character and series of scenes.
On Monday, the three teams of two started production. One story is about a litigator at the attorney general’s who makes 80% of his income from raising pigeons on his roof.  The second centers on a car mechanic who is designing and building an original model of luxury car from spare parts and ingenuity. Finally, the third story is about a butcher who is raising rams for fighting even though it is prohibited by Islam and his Mullah.  Interestingly enough, his Mosque looks out on the area used for the competitions.

Pigeon story

With production now complete, the teams spent a sleepless night, transcribing and logging their material. This morning we reviewed their material and worked together on a draft story structure – of scenes and interview material – for them to construct into a paper edit. Time is very tight but if we burn some more midnight oil we hope to have the edits finished by tomorrow (Nov. 22) evening.

Scripting

 

On a more practical note, this past Monday I woke up to no water in the guesthouse and electricity was not on at the AAM offices, which meant we were cold as well as powerless. No one was sure whether there was a problem because of the near-by construction or because of the rolling blackouts announced by the Central Power Authority, deemed necessary to control overloads as winter approaches. Despite the lack of power and the daunting threat of cold, some new and exciting developments might lead to an extended stay here in Afghanistan. Updates to follow or, I’ll continue with my plan to spend two more weeks here on CSFilm production work, followed by a visit to family in India before returning to the States on Dec. 15th.

 

In addition to working on the training program this last week, I made some time to see Carol Dysinger’s Camp Victory, Afghanistan. The film follows, over three years, NATO’s efforts to train Afghan soldiers and to help build a viable Afghan military. The film was shown at The Venue – an artsy, restaurant café with what is I believe, but don’t quote me, Kabul’s only recording studio. A young American woman – a former New England Conservatory cello student – opened it with her Afghan partner after coming to Afghanistan to teach at the music school. The Venue allows the couple to do something more than host Afghan musicians in their living room!

Set upThe Venue puts on concerts, events and screenings and stands out as an expat hangout that is also open to Afghans – giving local bands the unusual opportunity to play for Afghans (follow The Venue on Facebook and/or Twitter).

Please check back, and follow along on Facebook or Twitter for more updates soon!

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Radio Documentary Training in Kabul, Afghanistan – November, 2012

TextilesCommunity Supported Film founder and director Michael Sheridan is currently in Kabul, Afghanistan conducting an intensive 10-day radio documentary training for 6 Afghans, sponsored and organized by America Abroad Media.  Follow along with Michael’s journal entry updates, below.

 November 13, 2012 – Update from Afghanistan

I’m now in Kabul to conduct a radio documentary training for the Afghan staff of America Abroad Media, and yesterday was a tough roller coaster ride of a day.  The first day of training went surprisingly well – considering I had had my computer stolen, seemingly from my room at the guest house, the day before.  I had to start my plans all over, figuring everything out at the last minute.  It was a lesson in staying very focused and not freaking out as I tried to piece together one thing after another: one breath, one thought, one element of a task, one stumble at a time…and such exhaustion.  It is incredible that almost everything, except some specific radio oriented training prep and research I had done recently, seems to be saved in Dropbox online or on my backup drives…Continue reading here.

 

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