6250 x 9375 JPEG 300 DPI They took their names They took their books They took the streets, the classrooms, the sky Now the women of Kabul walk like Handmaids red robes, lowered eyes, bodies reduced to vessels, voices reduced to silence In the stadiums the whips still fall for the crime of teaching a child online, for the crime of existing too loudly, for the crime of remembering what freedom once felt like This is not fiction This is not a story from another century This is Kabul, right now where half a nation has been turned into ghosts while the world looks away And still, somewhere beneath the red and the dust, something refuses to die Inspired by Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale