When I was 11,

I remember waking up one morning to the sound of joy in my house.

My father was listening to BBC News

on his small, gray radio.

There was a big smile on his face which was unusual then,

because the news mostly depressed him.

"The Taliban are gone!" my father shouted.

I didn't know what it meant,

but I could see that my father was very, very happy.

"You can go to a real school now," he said.

A morning that I will never forget.

A real school.

You see, I was six when the Taliban took over Afghanistan

and made it illegal for girls to go to school.

So for the next five years, I dressed as a boy

to escort my older sister, who was no longer allowed

to be outside alone, to a secret school.

It was the only way we both could be educated.

Each day, we took a different route

so that no one would suspect where we were going.

We would cover our books in grocery bags

so it would seem we were just out shopping.

The school was in a house,

more than 100 of us packed in one small living room.

It was cozy in winter but extremely hot in summer.

We all knew we were risking our lives --

the teacher, the students and our parents.

From time to time, the school would suddenly be canceled

for a week because Taliban were suspicious.

We always wondered what they knew about us.

Were we being followed?

Do they know where we live?

We were scared,

but still, school was where we wanted to be.

I was very lucky to grow up in a family

where education was prized and daughters were treasured.

My grandfather was an extraordinary man for his time.

A total maverick from a remote province of Afghanistan,

he insisted that his daughter, my mom,

go to school, and for that he was disowned by his father.

But my educated mother became a teacher.

There she is.

She retired two years ago, only to turn our house

into a school for girls and women in our neighborhood.

And my father -- that's him --

he was the first ever in his family to receive an education.

There was no question that his children

would receive an education, including his daughters,

despite the Taliban, despite the risks.

To him, there was greater risk in not educating his children.

During Taliban years, I remember

there were times I would get so frustrated by our life

and always being scared and not seeing a future.

I would want to quit,

but my father,

he would say,

"Listen, my daughter,

you can lose everything you own in your life.

Your money can be stolen. You can be forced to leave your home during a war.

But the one thing that will always remain with you

is what is here,

and if we have to sell our blood to pay your school fees,

we will.

So do you still not want to continue?"

Today I am 22.

I was raised in a country that has been destroyed

by decades of war.

Fewer than six percent of women my age have made it beyond high school,

and had my family not been so committed to my education,

I would be one of them.

Instead, I stand here a proud graduate of Middlebury College.

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When I returned to Afghanistan, my grandfather,

the one exiled from his home for daring to educate his daughters,

was among the first to congratulate me.

He not only brags about my college degree,

but also that I was the first woman,

and that I am the first woman

to drive him through the streets of Kabul.

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My family believes in me.

I dream big, but my family dreams even bigger for me.

That's why I am a global ambassador for 10x10,

a global campaign to educate women.

That's why I cofounded SOLA,

the first and perhaps only boarding school

for girls in Afghanistan,

a country where it's still risky for girls to go to school.

The exciting thing is that I see students at my school

with ambition grabbing at opportunity.

And I see their parents and their fathers

who, like my own, advocate for them,

despite and even in the face of daunting opposition.

Like Ahmed. That's not his real name,

and I cannot show you his face,

but Ahmed is the father of one of my students.

Less than a month ago, he and his daughter

were on their way from SOLA to their village,

and they literally missed being killed

by a roadside bomb by minutes.

As he arrived home, the phone rang,

a voice warning him

that if he sent his daughter back to school,

they would try again.

"Kill me now, if you wish," he said,

"but I will not ruin my daughter's future

because of your old and backward ideas."

What I've come to realize about Afghanistan,

and this is something that is often dismissed in the West,

that behind most of us who succeed

is a father who recognizes the value in his daughter

and who sees that her success is his success.

It's not to say that our mothers aren't key in our success.

In fact, they're often the initial and convincing negotiators

of a bright future for their daughters,

but in the context of a society like in Afghanistan,

we must have the support of men.

Under the Taliban, girls who went to school

numbered in the hundreds --

remember, it was illegal.

But today, more than three million girls are in school in Afghanistan.

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Afghanistan looks so different from here in America.

I find that Americans see the fragility in changes.

I fear that these changes will not last

much beyond the U.S. troops' withdrawal.

But when I am back in Afghanistan,

when I see the students in my school

and their parents who advocate for them,

who encourage them, I see a promising future

and lasting change.

To me, Afghanistan is a country of hope and boundless possibilities,

and every single day

the girls of SOLA remind me of that.

Like me, they are dreaming big.

Thank you.

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