In the morning and at night, men listened to the BBC, sometimes to the Voice of America, in Pashtu or Dari, for news on the war.
An Afghan instructor explained the concept of collage in Dari.
I asked him what the Dari script underneath said, his friend translated, “Four killed by suicide bomber.”
She hoped to become a professor of Dari or perhaps even literature one day.
“This is a poem about happiness,” by Bīdel, a student said of the page he had filled with Dari script.
Dari´us, son of Hystaspês, was so called by the Persians from his great care of the financial condition of his empire.