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An easy to read story of a young girl who has lived her life in some form of war rule since she was born. At 16 living in Kabul she falls under Taliban rule with her family.
The book is easy to read but she jumps back and forth in time a bit and that does disrupt the flow at times.
An insightful look at Taliban rule and the lives of women under it.

Ik las al een 20-tal romans die zich afspelen in Afghanistan, maar deze heeft mij duidelijk veel meer geraakt. Deels omdat hij zo goed geschreven is, maar zeker ook omdat ik een Afghaanse vriend heb die exact hetzelfde geboortejaar heeft als het hoofdpersonage die haar (waargebeurde) persoonlijke geschiedenis vertelt. Het besef dat mijn vriend veel gelijkaardige ervaringen en trauma's moet hebben, dingen die hij liever niet meer boven haalt, valt me echt zwaar.
Echt een aanrader.
(Het boek is in veel andere talen uitgegeven onder de titel "Parvana".)½

Latifa is geboren en getogen in Kabul. Ze is spontaan, intelligent, levenslustig en geniet van de gesprekken met haar vriendinnen over mode, muziek en filmsterren. Ze droomt van een carrière in de journalistiek, maar hieraan komt op brute wijze een einde wanneer in september 1996 Kabul wordt ingenomen door de taliban. Vanaf dat moment leeft de dan 16-jarige Latifa constant in angst. Want net als alle andere Afghaanse vrouwen wordt ze buiten de maatschappij geplaatst. Door het verplicht dragen van een burqa en het verbod op werk, scholing en medische zorg, wordt ze gedwongen te leven onder een regime dat de identiteit en individualiteit van de vrouw met behulp van bloedig geweld ontkent.
Latifa is in mei 2001 met haar ouders naar Europa gevlucht en spreekt sindsdien zoveel mogelijk in het openbaar over de terreur van de taliban. Vanwege haar publiekelijk verzet is er een fatwa over haar en haar familie uitgesproken. Ze woont in Parijs.

Edizione Mondolibri 2001

I cracked open this book in hope of a detailed personal account of a young woman's life under Taliban rule in Afghanistan, but this little book did not quite deliver. My Forbidden Face does share some small personal accounts of life under the Taliban, the atrocities committed by Talib soldiers, and of the repression of women and of freedom itself.

However, due to what I can only assume was poor editing, Latifa's story is very jumbled. This book reads as if it were recounted to an interviewer who was probing for information for the story, rather than a memoir. This book desperately needs to be edited - events placed in chronological order, and some serious proofreading. There are many homonyms which are confusing and I assume the result of a language barrier, dropped letters in spelling the same word twice in one paragraph, et cetera.

However, I did enjoy this book. My interest in Afghanistan was sparked by the themes of the repression of women, the perversion of religious government, and the difficulties of a refugee when their nation is destroyed.

This is a book that is very similar to Zoya's Story, another book about a young Afghan girl trying to survive before and during the Taliban as well as the Soviet invasion in 1979.

It must be the masochist in me that keeps returning to the most evil, sadistic, cruel anti-woman country on the planet, where you could have your hands chopped off for wearing nail polish and where women were not allowed to work or be seen by a male doctor, meaning women were unable to get any health care at all.

Besides mention of animal slaughter/sacrifices, lack of food, electricity, arranged marriages to strangers, rape, murder, beatings, bombings, it is truly hell on earth and every time I keep thinking that Time Magazine was right when it voted this country as the worst on earth for women.

It's beyond the beyond. The devil is alive and doing very well there.

I didn't know what to think of this book before I read it. I picked it up in Hong Kong as it looked interesting and informative.
All in all, it was indeed informational and interesting. I liked the history about Afghanistan which I never knew and learning the impact the taliban had on women and the society as a whole. I do wish there was a little more information though but thats just because I'm not good at history and never remember things!
I think this book is worth a read to find out how all of this impacted the Afghan people.

I am coming to realize that all the books I've read about and by the women of Afghanistan have been by upper middle class girls/women. They are literate, despite the efforts of the Taliban to remove them from the world. And if THEIR lives are as sorry and miserable as portrayed here, which I have no reason to doubt, it is hard to imagine how poor women manage to stay alive at all.

The story of Afghanistan is endless war: British, Soviet, tribal, Taliban, and then the utterly corrupt regime put in place by the US.

The stories of Afghan women will break your heart. Here, the mother of the family, an Ob-Gyn, and the daughters, journalists, become physically ill from their confinement under the Taliban. Under the drone of Radio Sharia, the list of what is forbidden grows to insane proportions. Finally part of the family makes their way to Paris to expose the Taliban to the world. Like Pakistani Malala, "Latifa" (pen name, to stay safely hidden)is exiled forever. Like Malala, these women love their country strongly but it is unlikely they will ever return.

This book took me 3 days to read and this is such a thin little book. I did think it was interesting, the life of the people of Afghanistan, but it wasn't like, i want to know more, I cannot stop reading. To be honest this book was a bit of a bore. There are much better accounts like this one. I do think it was okay though. Glad that I was able to read. 7.5 out of 10

My Forbidden Face is an autobiographical account of a teenage girl's life in Afghanistan through the 1990s up to 2001. It is a candid description of the realities of life under an oppressive regime as 'Latifa' comes to terms with the horrendous abuses of the most repressive of belief systems. The Taliban's anti-woman belief system is abhorrent and in some ways is worse than other forms of discrimination because it seeks to crush the hopes and aspirations of an entire gender. Latifa's experience of this horrendous system is in the intrusion into a very real world of a teenager who is not so very different from teenage girls elsewhere on the planet.

Latifa is a middle class girl in a society that has crumbled. She has the rare privilege of two well educated and intelligent parents who both support her upbringing. Afghanistan is mostly not this story. Latifa's setting brings out both the strength and the weakness of her tale. She is very normal and her appreciation for Bollywood and Hollywood stars and her teenage drive to find her place in the world can be related to by pretty much anyone. However, her story is not the story of Afghanistan. It is not the story of the provinces of Kandahar or of Hilmand.

What Latifa has produced is a worthy addition to the cataloguing of the crimes perpetrated by the Taliban. Prior to 9/11 it was a catalogue seemingly overlooked by most of the world. However, those who had not paid attention to the over 2 decades of seemingly perpetual war since the 1979 Soviet invasion cannot in the last ten years have failed to notice what a terrible regime the Taliban were and are. In 2001 Latifa's story was quite possibly an untold one as few may have known of the plight that befell Afghanistan. A decade later, Latifa's story is just one of so many personal tales of that country which still does not know peace.

The lack of peace is brought home immediately by Latifa's account. Her tale begins with the killing of Prime Minister Najibullah in 1996. That death marked the assumption of power by the Taliban backed by Pakistan and by the wealth of Osama bin Laden. It is a somewhat harrowing opening, Latifa's world is changed and the brutality of the new conquerors is evident right from the start. Latifa sets that brutality against the normalcy of her family life - her kind father, her determined mother, and her very different siblings who take different paths to eventually scatter far from one another.

The descriptions of the different ethnic tensions is very well done here. Latifa simply does not belabour the point of Pashtun vs Tajik. This is in part because her world view is coloured by her family situation and her rare mix of these two warrior tribes. Latifa's family also act as vehicles to describe the effects of Taliban oppression on everyday life - her mother the doctor no longer able to minister effectively to the needs of her female patients is the most glaring of the examples. The oppression of women seems close to an attempt at genocide in denying women the right to earn money or to be treated for ailments.

Latifa is not graphic in her descriptions of some of the suffering she witnesses amongst women she meets. Combined with the somewhat naive writing style, the reader is left to build a separate picture of what might be being alluded to. The descriptions of personal suffering including of her brother imprisoned by the Soviets are examples of oppression but not really the horror that the gender violence is. The stories of corruption are omni-present but someone brought up in Kabul could not truly be shocked by every single official needing to supplement their meagre income through additional extortion.

Latifa's journey to Mazar is interesting because it is designed to show her continued belief in the true tenants of Islam. Mazar was the home of the Northern Alliance and is mainly a Tajik city. Latifa's description of the miracle that she witnessed is more a sign of her devotion than anything else. Religion is clearly very important for Latifa and she is at pains to stress the distortion of the belief system that the Taliban represent.

The length of the book seems designed not to be too taxing and it is quite probably aimed at a somewhat popular market. The level of detail is a little limited and some of the stories seem quite rushed. The story of Latifa's role as an underground teacher for instance seems to appear from nowhere and end within a page or two.

Many of Latifa's stories are about times before the Taliban. The fights between the hero of the resistance Ahmed Shah Masood and the fanatics of Hekmatyar or the unfairness of the Soviet system take up much of the book. Indeed, there is really quite a lot of the book devoted to pre-Taliban tales which are presumably designed to set the context of the long history and culture of this region but are not directly linked to the core message of the nightmare of Taliban oppression.

Latifa makes a couple of references to the international community. The most common reference is Pakistan who have backed different factions of extreme Islamists including the Taliban. She is very clear in her message - the problems of Afghanistan have their route cause in Pakistan. Frankly this is not true as Afghanistan has not really been a stable and content country since the destruction wrought by the Genghis Khan. Aside from a couple of references to the British and one to the Macedonians, Latifa's context doesn't include much about pre-Soviet Afghanistan and the incredible poverty the people of the country have endured for centuries. Still, in modern times there is no doubt about the role of Pakistan and Latifa's is perhaps one of the first messagse that asserted such a claim in the mainstream press.

Latifa's is a story of oppression and hardship. Her's is a tale of the middle class teenage girl who has her future stolen away by the arrival of the Taliban. It is a useful reminder for those who support such regimes including through their opposition to attempts to subdue them, that the Taliban are amongst the very worst of the world's horrific criminals.

In the past year I've been trying to read more authors from the Middle East and books about Middle Eastern history. During the process, I have gravitated toward women's memoirs from the region. I picked up My Forbidden Face months ago for this reason, as well as for the arresting cover photo.

Latifa is the pseudonym of a young woman, born in Kabul in 1980, who grew up during the Soviet occupation of her country and the subsequent struggle for power by rival factions. She was sixteen when the Taliban took control, ending the continuous battles and shelling she was used to, but completely changing her life with their fundamentalist policies. She now lives in Paris.

It is a story that we, as Americans, have become more familiar with in recent years. After the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, the plight of Afghan women became a mainstream topic in the media, and more books by Afghan women were published as a result. Some authentically describe the demeaning and brutal treatment of women under Taliban rule. Other books seem to me to be tools used to sway public opinion about the war in Afghanistan. Unfortunately I felt as though My Forbidden Face was one of the latter.

Latifa’s story is touching and at times thought provoking in its unexpected honesty, such as when she says she would not choose to wear the chador, unless of course her husband desired it. But throughout I was conscious of her collaborator and translator, Shékéba Hachemi. As the Founder of Afghanistan Libre, Shékéba has an obvious agenda, and I felt manipulated by her control over Latifa’s story. Even though I agree with Shékéba‘s desire to improve the lives of Afghan women and girls, I didn’t like trying to find Latifa’s voice within a more educated, polished, and pointed narrative. Latifa’s story is an important one, I just wish I could have read or heard it in her own words.

After seeing Afghanistan I wanted to learn even more about the people. This book gave me a look into the life of a woman growing up under the Taliban. Truly terrifying.

A thought provoking memoir. A difficult life that Latifa and her family must endured under the Taliban rules. The Taliban who imposed such rigid rules, who did not value life at all. They used religion as wapon to surpresed people for their own importance. They are gone now and hope the new government will make Afghanistan a prosperous country. Where freedom trives. The translations was also good, I am very impressed

I was fascinating with how Afghanistan changed under the Taliban. At first, simple laws were passed that restricted activities the Taliban considered evil. Slowly, more and more laws were passed, making more and more activities declared evil. Finally, the laws were so stringent that no one, not even the Taliban, was following them.

gut wrenching look at life in Afghanistan

-- must read!!!

It can be disturbing since Latifa really described in details what was happening there. This can be a good eye opener for everyone who keeps on complaining how their life is, but the truth is they are still lucky they can still do a lot of things compare to the fellow citizens of Latifa.

We weten niet hoe goed we het hebben. Het is natuurlijk een cliché. Maar zoals vele cliché's is het de waarheid.
Nu en dan schiet mij dat cliché te binnen. Hoe graag ik ook reis, ik vind België nog atlijd een opperbest, luxueus landje. Luxueus in alle opzichten. We zijn niet alleen materieel heel erg rijk, we hebben ook enorme vrijheden. We zeggen wat we willen. We kunnen herbeginnen door ons leven, onze carrière een nieuwe wending te geven. We doen wat we willen. We zijn wie we willen. Natuurlijk, bij alles wat we doen zal er altijd wel een iemand kritiek geven, maar toch.

Ik las de voorbije dagen het verhaal van Latifa, een meisje dat in Kabul opgroeide en net aan haar universitaire studies wou beginnen toen de Tabliban de macht overnam. Haar hele leven kende ze al oorlog en verzet. Van de Sovjets, van de Moedjahedin... en nu van de Taliban.

Met de Taliban begint, door haar beschreven, de destructie van de vrouw. Vrouwen mogen niet meer werken, mogen enkel in het gezelschap van hun vader of echtgenoot (of in het ergste geval neef) buitenshuis. Studeren is er ook niet bij.

In naam van godsdienst vinden de wreedse wandaden plaats : verkrachting, executie, stenigingen, noem maar op. De bevolking leeft in constante vrees. De moeder van Latifa, arts, zinkt weg in een depressie.
Langzaam groeit het verzet echter wel : clandestiene dokterspraktijken worden door vrouwen opgezet. Vrouwen mogen immers niet door mannelijke dokters worden onderzocht en vrouwelijke dokters mogen hun ambt niet meer uitoefenen. Latifa begint met een schooltje voor kinderen uit haar apartementsgebouw.

Uiteindelijk wordt Latifa en haar gezin uitgenodigd in Parijs om getuigenis te geven van haar leven. Stiekem ontvlucht ze Afghanistan - het is Afghanen verboden het grondgebied te verlaten - om voor korte tijd in Frankrijk te blijven. Niet meer terugkeren zit er aanvankelijk niet in. Tot ze horen dat er een fatwa over hen is uitgesproken.

Weeral een cliché : iedereen zou dit boek moeten lezen. Net zoals trouwens de geschiedenis van WO II nooit vergeten mag worden. Opdat dit, cliché, cliché, zich nooit zou herhalen en we de tekens aan de wand op tijd zien.

Excellent! Powerful, moving, suspenseful.

Huiveringwekkend en indrukwekkend relaas over de terreur van de taliban:
De levenslustige Latifa (haar schuilnaam) is geboren en getogen in Kabul. Ze geniet van de gesprekken met haar vriendinnen over mode, muziek en filmsterren. Haar droom, een carrière in de journalistiek, komt op brute wijze ten einde wanneer in september 1996 Kabul wordt ingenomen door de taliban. Vanaf dat moment leeft de dan 16-jarige Latifa constant in angst. Want net als alle andere Afghaanse vrouwen wordt ze buiten de maatschappij geplaatst. Door het verplicht dragen van een burqa en het verbod op werk, scholing en medische zorg, wordt ze gedwongen te leven onder een regime dat de identiteit en individualiteit van de vrouw met behulp van bloedig geweld ontkent.
Latifa is in mei 2001 met haar ouders naar Europa gevlucht en spreekt sindsdien zoveel mogelijk in het openbaar over de terreur van de taliban. Vanwege haar publiekelijk verzet is er een fatwa over haar en haar familie uitgesproken. Ze woont in Parijs, alwaar ze o.a met dit boek haar journalistieke droom toch in vervulling brengt.

What it's like to grow up under the Taliban. To see your rights eroded.½