Fatima 'Natasha' Khalil Memorial Fund
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On the morning of June 26th, 2020, Fatima 'Natasha' Khalil was on her way to work as a Human Rights Liaison Officer in Kabul, Afghanistan, when terrorists detonated an improvised explosive device targeting her vehicle, killing her and her driver, Ahmad Jawed Folad. The youngest girl of seven siblings, Fatima, 24, was born a refugee, in Pakistan, and raised with the unique love that all families bestow their youngest children, especially families displaced by war. Her parents, brothers, and sisters cherished her as a light and a hope—"a brave Afghan girl, joyful and full of life."
Fatima moved to Afghanistan, the country of her blood, as a teenager. While attending high school in Kabul, she worked for Art Lords, a grassroots collective that promoted social change through street art, much of which decorated the city's ubiquitous blast walls, large concrete barriers intended to protect against the very violence that took Fatima's life.
At the same time, Fatima also served as a volunteer helping Afghan orphans living with disabilities. She had great empathy for autistic children, who she felt were misunderstood in a society that had not yet come to grips with the nuances of the condition. For this reason, her family has chosen to raise funds for the Enabled Children Initiative, which supports Afghan youth with disabilities who are the most vulnerable—abandoned by families living in extreme poverty who have no resources to cope, or unclaimed by family after the death of one or both parents.
Your contribution would honor her life and what it meant to the world she tried so desperately to make better.
Her life touched many in this small Kabul aid community, and around the world, as detailed in this New York Times tribute :
"KABUL, Afghanistan — Landing a job at Afghanistan’s human rights commission at age 24, Fatima Khalil had come a long way from being a refugee girl who almost did not make it at birth, with the midwife walking out before even cutting the umbilical cord.
She spoke six languages, had a strong foundation in religious studies and graduated from the American University of Central Asia with two majors. But what friends recall most is a young woman, deeply confident but sensitive, who was utterly in love with life. She wore bright colors — an orange dress for her birthday — and outdid everyone on the dance floor, but was afraid of the dark...
“As an Afghan woman, from a patriarchal society, being Fatima took guts — so hard. Just knowing your mind — as a woman you are told every day you don’t have a mind, you don’t have an opinion. She had an opinion on everything,” said Shaharzad Akbar, the chairwoman of the Afghanistan Independent Human Rights Commission. “To raise a Fatima — it takes so many different factors put together, many of them by luck, to raise someone like that. And then, just like that, gone.”
Ms. Khalil was born in Pakistan to a family of refugees who had fled an earlier chapter of the 40-year stretch of violence in Afghanistan, the sixth child of two former teachers. Her father started a grocery store in Quetta, Pakistan, earning barely enough to get by; her sister Lima said the midwife left halfway through Fatima’s birth, furious that the family was not able to pay her full fee.
Though the family was dislodged several times, Fatima excelled in school. She started her education at a refugee school in Pakistan founded by a Saudi charity. After the family returned to Afghanistan, she graduated high school in Kabul at a competitive Turkish international school, which she had attended on a scholarship.
By the time she graduated from the American University of Central Asia, in Kyrgyzstan, with a double major in anthropology and human rights studies, she was fluent in Arabic, Urdu, English, Russian, and the Afghan languages Pashto and Farsi (also known as Dari).
Her friends and relatives called her Natasha, the nickname her mother gave her, and she had hugs and nicknames for everyone. She was self-assured, even blunt, but in heated arguments on politics and ideas, she defused conflict with humor and charm: “Easy easy, pull the brakes sister!” or “Patient, patient, patient!”
Her disgust and frustration at women’s place in society and politics, and people’s preoccupation with women’s looks and dress, are clear in her social media posts.
But she found energy in that fight, too. She idolized Afghanistan’s first female ambassador to the United Nations. She increasingly helped her boss with more substantive projects on international human rights mechanisms.
“She tried to live life with liberty, free from the restrictions of society and traditions,” said Khaleda Saleh, who met her when they were assigned as roommates at the Turkish school and stayed lifelong friends. “Sometimes people judged her for it. With calm, with patience, she would come back to them — that a piece of cloth doesn’t define someone’s personality and heart.”
At the international university, she was part of a generation of young Afghan women who were developing confidence and swagger, shedding some of the identity of victimhood. She aced her classes, and then she partied with such excitement that betrayed no sense of where she had come from. She loved Maya Angelou’s poem “Still I Rise” so much (“Does my sassiness upset you?”) that she repeatedly begged her friends to join her in getting tattoos of it.
“She believed the poem told the story of each of our lives in a way,” said Benazir Noorzad, who overlapped with her at the university.
After graduating last year, Ms. Khalil was considering going directly for a master’s program. Her sister Lima encouraged her to gain some work experience first.
“She said, ‘I am going somewhere else — I am not returning to Afghanistan,’ ” Lima recalled. She reminded Fatima how their father had been driven to return their family to Afghanistan. “Please, you come back, too,” she told her sister. “People like you are needed.”
By the time she arrived at the Afghanistan Independent Human Rights Commission to apply for the position of international aid coordinator, she had interviewed at several national and international organizations, including the United Nations. Ms. Akbar, 32, had just taken over as the chairwoman of the commission and was overhauling it in an effort to improve its funding and solidify its direction.
Ms. Akbar laid it out to Ms. Khalil candidly: the commission was a mess, their relationship with donors a struggle. She may be able to give her work, but she might not be able to pay her a salary for a couple months. Ms. Khalil took the job.
“I have had many interviews, and the interviewers showcased their organizations as the best in the country,” she wrote in an email to Ms. Akbar. “You were the only person who expressed that there are many challenges that the commission is facing. Therefore, I feel I could be more useful.”
When Ms. Khalil’s body was brought to one of Kabul’s old cemeteries on Saturday, her colleagues and friends wept as her father remembered her dedication.
“This wasn’t just my daughter — she was struggling for the country,” he said at her grave. “In history, there has always been war. But this war of assassinations, this war of suicide bombings — this is the dirtiest, the most damned war.”
How You Can Help:
Because of Fatima's passion for supporting Afghan orphans, her family has requested that all proceeds from this GoFundMe campaign be donated to the Enabled Children Initiative, where Fatima worked as a volunteer.
Fatima moved to Afghanistan, the country of her blood, as a teenager. While attending high school in Kabul, she worked for Art Lords, a grassroots collective that promoted social change through street art, much of which decorated the city's ubiquitous blast walls, large concrete barriers intended to protect against the very violence that took Fatima's life.
At the same time, Fatima also served as a volunteer helping Afghan orphans living with disabilities. She had great empathy for autistic children, who she felt were misunderstood in a society that had not yet come to grips with the nuances of the condition. For this reason, her family has chosen to raise funds for the Enabled Children Initiative, which supports Afghan youth with disabilities who are the most vulnerable—abandoned by families living in extreme poverty who have no resources to cope, or unclaimed by family after the death of one or both parents.
Your contribution would honor her life and what it meant to the world she tried so desperately to make better.
Her life touched many in this small Kabul aid community, and around the world, as detailed in this New York Times tribute :
"KABUL, Afghanistan — Landing a job at Afghanistan’s human rights commission at age 24, Fatima Khalil had come a long way from being a refugee girl who almost did not make it at birth, with the midwife walking out before even cutting the umbilical cord.
She spoke six languages, had a strong foundation in religious studies and graduated from the American University of Central Asia with two majors. But what friends recall most is a young woman, deeply confident but sensitive, who was utterly in love with life. She wore bright colors — an orange dress for her birthday — and outdid everyone on the dance floor, but was afraid of the dark...
“As an Afghan woman, from a patriarchal society, being Fatima took guts — so hard. Just knowing your mind — as a woman you are told every day you don’t have a mind, you don’t have an opinion. She had an opinion on everything,” said Shaharzad Akbar, the chairwoman of the Afghanistan Independent Human Rights Commission. “To raise a Fatima — it takes so many different factors put together, many of them by luck, to raise someone like that. And then, just like that, gone.”
Ms. Khalil was born in Pakistan to a family of refugees who had fled an earlier chapter of the 40-year stretch of violence in Afghanistan, the sixth child of two former teachers. Her father started a grocery store in Quetta, Pakistan, earning barely enough to get by; her sister Lima said the midwife left halfway through Fatima’s birth, furious that the family was not able to pay her full fee.
Though the family was dislodged several times, Fatima excelled in school. She started her education at a refugee school in Pakistan founded by a Saudi charity. After the family returned to Afghanistan, she graduated high school in Kabul at a competitive Turkish international school, which she had attended on a scholarship.
By the time she graduated from the American University of Central Asia, in Kyrgyzstan, with a double major in anthropology and human rights studies, she was fluent in Arabic, Urdu, English, Russian, and the Afghan languages Pashto and Farsi (also known as Dari).
Her friends and relatives called her Natasha, the nickname her mother gave her, and she had hugs and nicknames for everyone. She was self-assured, even blunt, but in heated arguments on politics and ideas, she defused conflict with humor and charm: “Easy easy, pull the brakes sister!” or “Patient, patient, patient!”
Her disgust and frustration at women’s place in society and politics, and people’s preoccupation with women’s looks and dress, are clear in her social media posts.
But she found energy in that fight, too. She idolized Afghanistan’s first female ambassador to the United Nations. She increasingly helped her boss with more substantive projects on international human rights mechanisms.
“She tried to live life with liberty, free from the restrictions of society and traditions,” said Khaleda Saleh, who met her when they were assigned as roommates at the Turkish school and stayed lifelong friends. “Sometimes people judged her for it. With calm, with patience, she would come back to them — that a piece of cloth doesn’t define someone’s personality and heart.”
At the international university, she was part of a generation of young Afghan women who were developing confidence and swagger, shedding some of the identity of victimhood. She aced her classes, and then she partied with such excitement that betrayed no sense of where she had come from. She loved Maya Angelou’s poem “Still I Rise” so much (“Does my sassiness upset you?”) that she repeatedly begged her friends to join her in getting tattoos of it.
“She believed the poem told the story of each of our lives in a way,” said Benazir Noorzad, who overlapped with her at the university.
After graduating last year, Ms. Khalil was considering going directly for a master’s program. Her sister Lima encouraged her to gain some work experience first.
“She said, ‘I am going somewhere else — I am not returning to Afghanistan,’ ” Lima recalled. She reminded Fatima how their father had been driven to return their family to Afghanistan. “Please, you come back, too,” she told her sister. “People like you are needed.”
By the time she arrived at the Afghanistan Independent Human Rights Commission to apply for the position of international aid coordinator, she had interviewed at several national and international organizations, including the United Nations. Ms. Akbar, 32, had just taken over as the chairwoman of the commission and was overhauling it in an effort to improve its funding and solidify its direction.
Ms. Akbar laid it out to Ms. Khalil candidly: the commission was a mess, their relationship with donors a struggle. She may be able to give her work, but she might not be able to pay her a salary for a couple months. Ms. Khalil took the job.
“I have had many interviews, and the interviewers showcased their organizations as the best in the country,” she wrote in an email to Ms. Akbar. “You were the only person who expressed that there are many challenges that the commission is facing. Therefore, I feel I could be more useful.”
When Ms. Khalil’s body was brought to one of Kabul’s old cemeteries on Saturday, her colleagues and friends wept as her father remembered her dedication.
“This wasn’t just my daughter — she was struggling for the country,” he said at her grave. “In history, there has always been war. But this war of assassinations, this war of suicide bombings — this is the dirtiest, the most damned war.”
How You Can Help:
Because of Fatima's passion for supporting Afghan orphans, her family has requested that all proceeds from this GoFundMe campaign be donated to the Enabled Children Initiative, where Fatima worked as a volunteer.
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Scott Shadian
Organizer
Manchester, CA
Enabled Children Initiative LTD
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