In these dark and regretful days, words can no longer bear the weight of our sorrow. My hands tremble as I write; my heart is filled with wounds, and my eyes are familiar with tears. Our diminishment from duty is not a simple administrative decision; it is an axe to the roots of years we dedicated ourselves to educating this generation.

I have been separated from the realm of knowledge for my loyalty; my heart still lingers beside the classroom blackboard, yet the voice no longer reaches.
This pain is not mine alone; it is the pain of every professor who has been severed from their sacred mission, abruptly and without explanation, cast aside from their duty, and my heart bleeds.
These professors, dignified, hardworking, and inspiring, today sit in a bitter silence, outside the walls of hope, shedding tears.
We left.
But not with consent, not with ease; we left with shattered hearts, with hands empty of chalk, and eyes full of sorrow. Do not say they left; say they were driven away from the house of knowledge with broken hearts. Today, we left, but believe me, this departure is a fracture.
Who can understand the agony of being cut off from a sacred work that we have lived with for years, that we have intertwined with our souls?
Do not ask us what happened to our hearts after leaving teaching, for the wound of a teacher without a chair is more searing than a hundred wounds. May history not forget these bitter days.
May the silenced voices of ours one day resonate in the ears of humanity, and perhaps on that day, someone in their solitude will whisper, those who left did so with pain, and their right was to stay, a right they never attained. History will remember this day, just like the dark history that will repeat itself in this land twenty years later, for the ears of the world are deaf, and the eyes of humanity are blind.
This is the message from a professor at Kabul University, who today received the news that all female professors at ,this university have been dismissed via a mobile phone call.