[Music]
Thursday, February 26, 2015 and the 14 59 I
am sitting in the taxi
my friend samir a is on my left i am
nervous I have some pimples softly
coat out the homos already fixed I
sense of tension goes up I have to
do it I’ll go to the end I’m going out
it is 3 pm I bring it to you from
am on my two feet of mud I am
than us but I feel strong but
weight is used and I move I walk
look straight ahead
more and more men are coming
I had the center of all eyes
all walk with me certainly
look at telmo fixed words that they fall
they joking under role j foreign
charles landry but typing threats
he is crazy crazy crazy chaissac
dirty whore inside I scream come
come well dog a cow is well
lapped nor charles bety less show
your true face
show your true nature by this
in the middle of this crowd I got
little review when I cried in cash and
john wall and where when my mother boasted me
with an electric wire
it’s true that at the little one we told you
all the time I was crazy crazy
to have drawn women us after
a visit will have angry with me for having
danced buttocks and chest
padded to be like these women that
I had seen in the swamps age you
limit adults the way they talk
to move because I did not go
thoughts as missing component forms
and my face
amused by crazy faces to exaggerate
forensic of my prayer
just to laugh fake to try to
to feel what it is to be an object
in the form of a love chair
of a table but these trains but each
stride my valley from the blow my mother have me
repeated that it would take two months a
good girl and I take it I did not go in
not in the mold listen to my mother
it was to protect me from men their
cost would have done a lot worse
my mother my mother
she was the one who taught me
submit to endure to sacrifice myself
she taught me patriarchy she said to
me and my five spell there is nothing for
us in life and tell it about
stories of women to remind them
to resist we have the right
to exist one had to exist under the
men’s pressure but existed when
even my mother was perfect
she held in a flawless house
with wise children he prepares the
europe 1 and I have the last because it
something remains and the mad man
first feminist figures
when I was 5 years old I lived with my
family in iran
we were refugees to flee the war
in afghanistan
there if he caught you they were killing
men but he rape and kill the
women
I found it unfair inequalities between
men and women
we could die to see my mother
stressed the importance of staying
virgin and always had to be wary
men that did not stop me
was only 5 years old when
touching and violin started at 10
years we had to flee the ranks for
find refuge in pakistan
my father died soon after he
had to work we were locked up
at home all day
wise rugs still going on
step and I work so much that
I forgot to eat a few times
obviously we also participate in
chores and evening dawn audio
after 12 hours like that we are
finally go back to school in the morning
and of course always the carpets the
household chores embroidery boxes
I had only one button and is
went to Kabul
to study being an artist
I save and every room to live
my dream but my dream had an enemy
forced marriage my teenage sisters
parts and one after the other and
find marries unknown to me
also everything was arranged at 14 years old
had already found me a swamp it’s a
great pride because I managed to
convince my mother not to marry me
I wanted to be an artist
and for that I had to be free
I already saw myself an ire to do everything
by myself only turns to Kabul study
created discover the world
it was my dream it was going to be the
paradise for the first time we reached
2008
I get to goats in with my brother
the exit of the bus referral we
find in front of the rhone weight of the side
blood is where my life was going
completely change a few years
later I was admitted to the edge of
chaos yes I was actually going to be
independent but I quickly disillusioned the
wife’s life out of wedlock was not
the paradise I had imagined the danger
was present daily and
constant harassment
Thursday, February 26, 2015 3:01 PM lies on the
rhone sideline singles i’m at
center of a cyclone they are crazy about
furious I walk my armor word
protect
it’s been a month since I would classify it
one hour each day
I sold each piece olmeta I him
make a breast and buttocks
generous
I’m walking my armor on my back
was driving crazy just walking without saying a
just say that an artistic performance
a walker lasted a minute I was getting
projectiles insults the pressure
was getting too strong I went back into
the taxi and we spun hidden schelin
ordinary or Australian journalist I
saw my picture all over the v on TV
newspapers
anger rises every day I do not
could no longer go out thanks to salim
tears mine from Pakistan but also
thanks to franz marc year from unesco to
paris i was able to leave the country i had to
to run away
but why run away is what I am so
dangerous that a terrorist for the country
I lived almost all my life
refugees with my family I had
yet beaten to live in Kabul in
afghanistan
today i live in paris i have a
good life normally I should
calm down but what I experienced
the pressure because I am a woman
is still here I was talking about this
current culture of violence not to
disturb the world we are silent we
should we allies the aggressors of
this culture we protect them in
afghanistan rapist even boasts of
the daring of their exploits that protects the
p’tite fast girl of five who all
his life is going to shut up now that I live
here I understand that violence
current is not con afghanistan here
in the West the patriarchate also exists
not extreme like afghanistan but but
exist in the most sophisticated form
with my performances I want to
break the dying I built
to protect me
I need to be vulnerable without
protection would require ugliness and
violence of my emotions
I explore the suffering I visit them
end point where I built my own
country bing or g of the world’s spectators
we push the body treatment foot
as an object than the mansion a
collaboration with a German artist
and jf on the intersectional water
feminism price check in paris i
market 15 days in appears all the
objects that I brought back from Kabul on the
head all my life on my head
harmony
which represents the way I lived
religion not only the weights of
Masclat on my back until exhaustion
and dj performance I’m wearing a suit
filled with salt the water flows on my head
the only fund represents it the sea
the merlas to serve to sacrifice themselves
it pays I gave myself slaps I
wanted to make the violence normal to
force to be exposed spring let’s
that my dog I beg the art – god
this is the only way for me to
do not forget I use the power of
the picture speak is not enough I
want to be sure to be you to be heard
we Afghan women are not
visible we have no identity
in these societies we are ignored
we do not count today my
responsible artistic responsibility
is much broader than finally speaking to
neck to Afghan women and to
to speak to the whole world I participate
often artistic events with
from the audience and I’m amazed at the
reaction of young homo feminism on
what would that word scare
re there I am afraid because jeans
present as a feminist artist I
get strong prejudices here for me
it’s it’s just a search
equality and defense of human
the man with a big h of course me
says not to use feminist word
but rather activists legend my
asks what image legitimacy to speak
of that – Afghan women we are told this
word does not even exist in our languages
indeed
I discovered the least very late but
yet I always had a small
feminists or me I saw the
inequalities and I rebel is even if
as a teenager I almost killed my
little feminist because I also wanted
to be a good girl is applied the
religion to the letter even though I wanted
to become life like ficome
so it’s dreamed my mother but but my
dream and art was much stronger
some say they are looking
money the attention of the power but
yet I lost a lot of family
my friends my country my entourage or if
she’s getting hurt he’s still suffering
world consequences sometimes mance
my only beat was always being
artist is to be able to express my
identity my story my sexuality with
Monday in discussions with the
Afghan women from France or elsewhere
we share our stories we say
the sufferings the old the cash and the
injustice
so
we have a great understanding between us
why can not we talk about it
openly talked about that also to enlighten
feminists we too must tuan
desirable I would like to defend the word
feminism the life of a feminist
begins with our feminism
or if we do not take care is our
responsibility to find you
our identity and not to be ashamed
[Applause]
[Music]
Thursday, February 26, 2015 and the 14 59 I
am sitting in the taxi
my friend samir a is on my left i am
nervous I have some pimples softly
coat out the homos already fixed I
sense of tension goes up I have to
do it I’ll go to the end I’m going out
it is 3 pm I bring it to you from
am on my two feet of mud I am
than us but I feel strong but
weight is used and I move I walk
look straight ahead
more and more men are coming
I had the center of all eyes
all walk with me certainly
look at telmo fixed words that they fall
they joking under role j foreign
charles landry but typing threats
he is crazy crazy crazy chaissac
dirty whore inside I scream come
come well dog a cow is well
lapped nor charles bety less show
your true face
show your true nature by this
in the middle of this crowd I got
little review when I cried in cash and
john wall and where when my mother boasted me
with an electric wire
it’s true that at the little one we told you
all the time I was crazy crazy
to have drawn women us after
a visit will have angry with me for having
danced buttocks and chest
padded to be like these women that
I had seen in the swamps age you
limit adults the way they talk
to move because I did not go
thoughts as missing component forms
and my face
amused by crazy faces to exaggerate
forensic of my prayer
just to laugh fake to try to
to feel what it is to be an object
in the form of a love chair
of a table but these trains but each
stride my valley from the blow my mother have me
repeated that it would take two months a
good girl and I take it I did not go in
not in the mold listen to my mother
it was to protect me from men their
cost would have done a lot worse
my mother my mother
she was the one who taught me
submit to endure to sacrifice myself
she taught me patriarchy she said to
me and my five spell there is nothing for
us in life and tell it about
stories of women to remind them
to resist we have the right
to exist one had to exist under the
men’s pressure but existed when
even my mother was perfect
she held in a flawless house
with wise children he prepares the
europe 1 and I have the last because it
something remains and the mad man
first feminist figures
when I was 5 years old I lived with my
family in iran
we were refugees to flee the war
in afghanistan
there if he caught you they were killing
men but he rape and kill the
women
I found it unfair inequalities between
men and women
we could die to see my mother
stressed the importance of staying
virgin and always had to be wary
men that did not stop me
was only 5 years old when
touching and violin started at 10
years we had to flee the ranks for
find refuge in pakistan
my father died soon after he
had to work we were locked up
at home all day
wise rugs still going on
step and I work so much that
I forgot to eat a few times
obviously we also participate in
chores and evening dawn audio
after 12 hours like that we are
finally go back to school in the morning
and of course always the carpets the
household chores embroidery boxes
I had only one button and is
went to Kabul
to study being an artist
I save and every room to live
my dream but my dream had an enemy
forced marriage my teenage sisters
parts and one after the other and
find marries unknown to me
also everything was arranged at 14 years old
had already found me a swamp it’s a
great pride because I managed to
convince my mother not to marry me
I wanted to be an artist
and for that I had to be free
I already saw myself an ire to do everything
by myself only turns to Kabul study
created discover the world
it was my dream it was going to be the
paradise for the first time we reached
2008
I get to goats in with my brother
the exit of the bus referral we
find in front of the rhone weight of the side
blood is where my life was going
completely change a few years
later I was admitted to the edge of
chaos yes I was actually going to be
independent but I quickly disillusioned the
wife’s life out of wedlock was not
the paradise I had imagined the danger
was present daily and
constant harassment
Thursday, February 26, 2015 3:01 PM lies on the
rhone sideline singles i’m at
center of a cyclone they are crazy about
furious I walk my armor word
protect
it’s been a month since I would classify it
one hour each day
I sold each piece olmeta I him
make a breast and buttocks
generous
I’m walking my armor on my back
was driving crazy just walking without saying a
just say that an artistic performance
a walker lasted a minute I was getting
projectiles insults the pressure
was getting too strong I went back into
the taxi and we spun hidden schelin
ordinary or Australian journalist I
saw my picture all over the v on TV
newspapers
anger rises every day I do not
could no longer go out thanks to salim
tears mine from Pakistan but also
thanks to franz marc year from unesco to
paris i was able to leave the country i had to
to run away
but why run away is what I am so
dangerous that a terrorist for the country
I lived almost all my life
refugees with my family I had
yet beaten to live in Kabul in
afghanistan
today i live in paris i have a
good life normally I should
calm down but what I experienced
the pressure because I am a woman
is still here I was talking about this
current culture of violence not to
disturb the world we are silent we
should we allies the aggressors of
this culture we protect them in
afghanistan rapist even boasts of
the daring of their exploits that protects the
p’tite fast girl of five who all
his life is going to shut up now that I live
here I understand that violence
current is not con afghanistan here
in the West the patriarchate also exists
not extreme like afghanistan but but
exist in the most sophisticated form
with my performances I want to
break the dying I built
to protect me
I need to be vulnerable without
protection would require ugliness and
violence of my emotions
I explore the suffering I visit them
end point where I built my own
country bing or g of the world’s spectators
we push the body treatment foot
as an object than the mansion a
collaboration with a German artist
and jf on the intersectional water
feminism price check in paris i
market 15 days in appears all the
objects that I brought back from Kabul on the
head all my life on my head
harmony
which represents the way I lived
religion not only the weights of
Masclat on my back until exhaustion
and dj performance I’m wearing a suit
filled with salt the water flows on my head
the only fund represents it the sea
the merlas to serve to sacrifice themselves
it pays I gave myself slaps I
wanted to make the violence normal to
force to be exposed spring let’s
that my dog I beg the art – god
this is the only way for me to
do not forget I use the power of
the picture speak is not enough I
want to be sure to be you to be heard
we Afghan women are not
visible we have no identity
in these societies we are ignored
we do not count today my
responsible artistic responsibility
is much broader than finally speaking to
neck to Afghan women and to
to speak to the whole world I participate
often artistic events with
from the audience and I’m amazed at the
reaction of young homo feminism on
what would that word scare
re there I am afraid because jeans
present as a feminist artist I
get strong prejudices here for me
it’s it’s just a search
equality and defense of human
the man with a big h of course me
says not to use feminist word
but rather activists legend my
asks what image legitimacy to speak
of that – Afghan women we are told this
word does not even exist in our languages
indeed
I discovered the least very late but
yet I always had a small
feminists or me I saw the
inequalities and I rebel is even if
as a teenager I almost killed my
little feminist because I also wanted
to be a good girl is applied the
religion to the letter even though I wanted
to become life like ficome
so it’s dreamed my mother but but my
dream and art was much stronger
some say they are looking
money the attention of the power but
yet I lost a lot of family
my friends my country my entourage or if
she’s getting hurt he’s still suffering
world consequences sometimes mance
my only beat was always being
artist is to be able to express my
identity my story my sexuality with
Monday in discussions with the
Afghan women from France or elsewhere
we share our stories we say
the sufferings the old the cash and the
injustice
so
we have a great understanding between us
why can not we talk about it
openly talked about that also to enlighten
feminists we too must tuan
desirable I would like to defend the word
feminism the life of a feminist
begins with our feminism
or if we do not take care is our
responsibility to find you
our identity and not to be ashamed
[Applause]
[Music]
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