However Tall the Mountain: A Dream, Eight Girls, and a Journey Home [NOOK Book]

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A ball can start a revolution.

Born in Kabul, Awista Ayub escaped with her family to Connecticut in 1981, when she was two years old, but her connection to her heritage remained strong. An athlete her whole life, she was inspired to start the Afghan Youth Sports Exchange after September 11, 2001, as a way of uniting girls of Afghanistan and giving them hope for their future. She chose soccer because little more than a ball and a field is ...
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Overview

A ball can start a revolution.

Born in Kabul, Awista Ayub escaped with her family to Connecticut in 1981, when she was two years old, but her connection to her heritage remained strong. An athlete her whole life, she was inspired to start the Afghan Youth Sports Exchange after September 11, 2001, as a way of uniting girls of Afghanistan and giving them hope for their future. She chose soccer because little more than a ball and a field is needed to play; however, the courage it would take for girls in Afghanistan to do this would have to be tremendous--and the social change it could bring about by making a loud and clear statement for Afghan women was enough to convince Awista that it was possible, and even necessary.

Under Taliban rule, girls in Afghanistan couldn't play outside of their homes, let alone participate in a sport on a team. So, Awista brought eight girls from Afghanistan to the United States for a soccer clinic, in the hope of not only teaching them the sport, but also instilling confidence and a belief in their self-worth. They returned to Afghanistan and spread their interest in playing soccer; when Awista traveled there to host another clinic, hundreds of girls turned out to participate--and the numbers of players and teams keep growing. What began with eight young women has now exploded into something of a phenomenon. Fifteen teams now compete in the Afghanistan Football Federation, with hundreds of girls participating.

Against all odds and fear, these girls decided to come together and play a sport that has reintroduced the very traits that decades of war had cruelly stripped away from them--confidence and self-worth. In However Tall the Mountain, Awista tells both her own story and the deeply moving stories of the eight original girls, describing their daily lives back in Afghanistan, and how they found strength in each other, in teamwork, and in themselves--taking impossible risks to obtain freedoms we take for granted. This is a story about hope, about what home is, and in the end, about determination. As the Afghan proverb says, However tall the mountain, there's always a road.
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Growing up in America, Awista Ayub had few real memories of Afghanistan, which her family had fled in 1979, when she was just two years old. After the fall of the Taliban, however, she felt called back to the homeland she barely knew. When young Ayub arrived, she did what she did best: She applied her talent for organized sports to founding a soccer league. The Afghan Youth Sports Exchange began with eight brave young women but has since expanded to 15 teams. Battling uphill against local bias against female athletics, the Sports Exchange developed not just passing and kicking skills but also teamwork, self-confidence, and feelings of self-worth. Ayub's autobiographical However Tall the Mountain tells the story of a peaceful revolution in a land of continuing strife.
Publishers Weekly
A group of Afghan girls are introduced to soccer American-style in this subtly composed, eye-opening tale of cultural clash and transformation. The author—the director of the Afghan Youth Sports Exchange whose own family emigrated from Kabul to Connecticut when the Soviet-backed coup took over the country in 1978—first sponsored eight Afghan girls to come to America to play soccer for six weeks in 2004. Having been grouped informally as a team only recently back in Afghanistan, where girls were rarely encouraged to play sports, the girls spent six weeks at soccer camps in America—in Washington, D.C.; Connecticut; and Cleveland—playing soccer publicly for the first time. Ayub's account explores the diverse stories of the eight girls, who had lived through the recent nightmare era of the Taliban and in some cases were prohibited from attending school; excited and a little frightened by the attention they garnered in America, the eight girls ranging from 10 to 16 then had to return to their humble, war-town families with the hope they could use their newfound leadership skills to teach others. (Aug.)
Library Journal
How do you tell the varied stories of eight fiery Afghan teenagers as well as the life journey of their American-raised sponsor? The red thread that weaves through all these lives is not the game of soccer itself but a stubborn will to contend in the face of limited resources, family disapproval, and public harassment. Ayub, an Afghan-born American, founded the Afghan Youth Sports Exchange (AYSE) to draw Afghan girls into soccer as a method of empowerment. She weaves together the personal stories of the eight girls who pioneered the program, including their training trip to the United States and their return to form teams and compete in Afghanistan. These are tough girls raised in harsh environments; there is no need to linger on their suffering. Instead we rejoice with them in the freedom and power that comes from athletic achievement. Ayub's initiative has contributed to the establishment of a women's soccer program in Afghanistan. VERDICT The courage of these eight girls will inspire readers of all backgrounds. Recommended to general and undergraduate readers.—Lisa Klopfer, Eastern Michigan Univ., Ypsilanti
Kirkus Reviews
The improbable story of an Afghan-American writer's hard-won success in organizing the first girls' Afghan soccer team. After three decades of war in Afghanistan and five years under the brutal strictures of the Taliban, liberties for girls were gradually erased, from going to school to participating in sports. Ayub's family fled to the United States in 1979. Growing up an athletic girl in Connecticut, the author learned Pashto and kept in touch with her cultural heritage. In 2003 she sponsored a group of eight Afghan girl athletes to come to America and train for six weeks in preparation for the 2004 International Children's Games in Cleveland. The girls, ages 11 to 16, had been brought together to practice for some weeks previously at the Afghan Center in Kabul, though the author met them for the first time when they arrived in America in June 2004. In careful, descriptive prose, Ayub introduces each of the girls by way of her personality and family story. Samira, who became the goalie, wasn't able to attend school in Kabul from age five to ten because of the Taliban's edict against girls' education; Robina, the forward and natural leader, had taken to the streets with her numerous siblings to scavenge; the sisters Freshta, a forward, and Laila, a defender, were refugees from Pakistan. Ayub moves back and forth in time to follow the girls' development, chronicling how the single team eventually evolved into an entire organization, the Afghan Youth Sports Exchange. The narrative is occasionally disorientating, but Ayub offers a deeply sympathetic look at these girls and their immensely complicated existences. Somewhat erratically composed, but an empowering journey nonetheless.
Khaled Hosseini
"The young Afghan women in However Tall the Mountain are pioneers. Their story is one of resilience and courage. This book is a testament to the power of hope and the will to dream in a country where so many dreams have been cut short."
Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton
"Awista Ayub has movingly captured the indomitable spirit of Afghan women in this chronicle of brave girls who risked persecution and worse to pursue the dreams of ordinary childhood. In doing what they love most in life playing soccer the girls become emblems of the fight for equality and human rights under the Taliban. Their story reminds us that there is always hope and possibility for a brighter future even in the wreckage left by war and conflict."
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"The young Afghan women in However Tall the Mountain are pioneers. Their story is one of resilience and courage. This book is a testament to the power of hope and the will to dream in a country where so many dreams have been cut short."—Khaled Hosseini, bestselling author of The Kite Runner and A Thousand Splendid Suns

"Awista Ayub has movingly captured the indomitable spirit of Afghan women in this chronicle of brave girls who risked persecution and worse to pursue the dreams of ordinary childhood. In doing what they love most in life playing soccer the girls become emblems of the fight for equality and human rights under the Taliban. Their story reminds us that there is always hope and possibility for a brighter future even in the wreckage left by war and conflict."—Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781401394561
  • Publisher: Hyperion
  • Publication date: 8/25/2009
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 856,583
  • File size: 392 KB

Meet the Author

Awista Ayub
Awista Ayub was born in Kabul, Afghanistan, and escaped with her family to Connecticut at 2 years old. Following 9/11, she founded the Afghan Youth Sports Exchange as a means of introducing soccer to the young women of Aghanistan, both on US and Afghan soil. Today, she serves as director of the AYSE and lives in Washington, DC.
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HOWEVER TALL THE mountain

A DREAM, EIGHT GIRLS, AND A JOURNEY HOME
By Awista Ayub

HYPERION

Copyright © 2009 Awista Ayub
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4013-2249-6


Chapter One

reborn

AMERICA, JUNE 2004

THAT SUMMER EVENING, the sky was ablaze with stars, the air humid and cloudless. Pacing the lawn outside my friend Barbara Goodno's suburban Washington, D.C., home, I asked myself: Are they ready?

Eight months earlier I had come up with the idea to sponsor a group of eight girls from Afghanistan to the United States for a soccer leadership camp. Now, they were here for six weeks, spending two weeks in Washington, D.C., the remaining weeks in Connecticut where I'd organized a soccer camp, and then finally traveling to Cleveland, Ohio, to represent Afghanistan in the International Children's Games.

After only two weeks in America, with just a handful of formal practices, the girls from Afghanistan would be playing their first-ever public soccer game.

Laila. Freshta. Samira. Miriam. Deena. Nadia. Ariana. Robina.

Earlier, the girls prepared their uniforms. Each had folded her red jersey with the white numbers lacing up. Underneath the shirts, they tucked red socks, black shorts, and cleats. The neat piles were lined outside their rooms in a row down the hall.

The nextday, these eight girls would be competing in the Seventh Annual Fourth of July Afghan-American Soccer Cup tournament, sponsored and organized by the Afghan Sports Federation. Founded in 1997, the three-day event drew Afghan-Americans from as far away as California and Canada not only to compete in soccer and volleyball, the two most popular sports in Afghanistan, but also to enjoy Afghan music and food.

But this was the first time there would be an all-girls soccer competition.

* * *

I DROVE THE girls to South Run Park in Springfield, Virginia. It had rained earlier in the morning. The fields were still damp, the sky overcast. The girls were quiet. They spread out, surveying the vast green playing fields before them.

The perimeter of the park was lined with the colorful tents of vendors. Afghan kebobs of marinated lamb, chicken, and beef-well seasoned with paprika and garlic, and skewered with tomatoes, onions, and peppers-slowly turned on their spits. I was looking forward to a bowl of shor-nakhud, chopped boiled potatoes, and beans mixed with vinegar, garlic, and spices.

A crowd mingled on the grounds, lining up five or six deep around the edges of a field where a game was due to begin. Others picnicked in family groups, sitting on lawn chairs and multihued quilts spread on the ground. Older Afghan women, with their flowing trousers and hijab, or head scarves, took charge of laying out the food.

Pashto and Dari, the two principal languages of Afghanistan, could be heard everywhere, along with the traditional Arabic greeting of peace:

"Assalam alaykom!" Peace be with you.

"Alaykom assalam." And with you.

"Stari me shey!"-a Pashto hello.

"Che hal dared?" How are you? (Some of the girls turned toward the familiar Dari phrase.)

"Khub astom tashakor." Fine, thank you.

The Afghan girls drew curious glances as we meandered around the park. They were wearing their jerseys, sleeves below the elbow, long shorts hanging below the knees, and socks pulled up under the shorts.

I didn't think the stares were because the players were from Afghanistan; more likely they were because this was an all-girls soccer team.

Miriam and Deena walked with their arms around each other's waist. As we strolled, the other girls turned around and around, as if unsure how to react.

Aware of the attention, while pretending to ignore it, they all brushed lightly against one another as they moved through the crowd-eager, excited, and probably a little anxious too. In their bright red-and-black uniforms, they were linked together and looked like a team.

How far they had come as a team we would find out later in the day.

A tournament organizer informed me that we would be playing on the main field, just before the start of the men's championship soccer game.

"There will be a big audience because of that," he said with a grin. "More excitement for your girls' match, don't you think?"

I smiled and agreed.

More pressure too.

Since there was some time before our game, we headed toward the game field for practice. The girls' coach, Ali Zaka, a local Afghan-American, sent them to jog a few laps for a warm-up, then started them dribbling the ball around the field.

On the other side, the girls on the opposing team were practicing too.

The players stole quick, nervous looks.

Then Samira put on her goalie gloves and took her position in the net. After observing her quiet, wiry toughness during practices earlier that week, Ali had chosen her for this crucial role.

"She reminds me of a goalie on my team," he told me when I asked him why. "She seems like a goalie."

I watched Samira. Ali was right. Her movements were precise, steady; she was fearless-unafraid to dive to make a save.

Her teammates lined up to take shots on her. Laila's shot was smooth and strong. She could generate a surprising amount of momentum with her kicks, but Samira remained on secure footing, alert and ready.

* * *

TWENTY MINUTES PASSED. The loudspeaker coughed: "The all-girls soccer team front Afghanistan is about to begin an exhibition match with an Afghan-American girls' team. This precedes the men's final on the main field."

The crowd came to life, a mixture of murmurs and shouts greeting the news.

"From Afghanistan?"

"Did the announcer say girls from Afghanistan?"

Yes, I thought. Girls from our homeland.

Here to play soccer.

Ali blew the whistle. We huddled in the middle of the field.

It was hard for me at this key moment. I couldn't understand what Ali was telling the team. I had come to the United States as a very small child, and English was my strongest language. I spoke and understood Pashto, because my family was from Kandahar. But Dari was the dominant language of Kabul, where the girls were from; it was the language they all had in common. Ali spoke Dari.

I was envious. Waiting for translations put me out of the loop, as though I were watching an out of-sync movie.

Who would play what position was clear, however. Ali had appointed Robina, fourteen, as a forward. She was fast, her kick sure. Robina had emerged as a natural team leader: first one on the field, last one to leave. She often had the last word, because she didn't compete for airtime. She'd help the younger girls make sense of Ali's coaching.

Ali put Freshta, also fourteen, as the other forward. Her playing style was a cross between courageous and untamed, always at the ready to take the shot but unfocused on where she aimed her kicks. Nonetheless, Freshta's aggressiveness and flair made her a natural scorer.

Ali positioned Ariana, Miriam, and Laila, Freshta's sister, as defenders. At sixteen, Ariana was the oldest and biggest of the girls, and her height and strength made her a protective wall. Laila's unruffled demeanor and quick intelligence enabled her to stay calm in the crises that constantly erupted around the goal, and fourteen year-old Miriam's steady, careful game was well suited to claiming and defending a small, clear space.

Ali was choosing well. He put the two youngest girls, Nadia, twelve, and Deena, eleven, as midfielders, where they could scamper after the ball wherever it took them.

Roya was Ali's youngest sister; an Afghan-American, she'd joined the Afghan team as the ninth member after the girls arrived in the United States. Ali placed her as an anchor on offense.

"Stay together as a team," he instructed them. "Don't everyone run after the ball. Play hard."

I understood that much of what Ali had said, and hoped that the girls would be able to act on it.

* * *

THE GAME WAS being played on a less than full-sized pitch. Still, it was plenty big for these girls. It was a 6 versus 6 tournament, which meant that not all the girls would be on the field at the same time. Soccer is usually played with eleven players on each side, but on the youth and amateur levels that number can be lower.

The six starters-Robina and Freshta as forwards, Ariana and Laila on defense, Roya as midfielder, and, of course, Samira on goal-ran out onto the field as the crowd erupted with cheers.

On the sidelines, Nadia tossed me a grin, her large green eyes like saucers, and Deena bounced up and down as if on a trampoline. Miriam stood at strict attention. We were a little team ourselves.

The whistle blew: The game was on!

I was praying for a close score. Would I be able to reassure or console them if it wasn't close? Pride can be a fragile thing, and the girls' teamwork was still a work-in-progress. If they didn't win, would each girl blame herself, or would they take out their frustrations on one another?

Then it hit me.

I was expecting the girls to lose.

Robina and Freshta penetrated the defenses downfield, whacking shots whenever they drew close to the goal. Freshta launched wild kicks that soared wide and high-right into the goalkeeper's hands. Bu! she shook off each lost shot, unfazed.

Laila, though, frowned over each of Freshta's misses, miffed that her sister's errant play had cost the team a precious goal.

Ariana drifted around her team's net, batting the ball away with almost languid strides. Samira remained focused, waiting to be tested.

Parallel to Ariana on defense was Miriam, who'd been subbed in for Laila. She squinted at her teammates scrambling after the ball. They kept bunching up, instead of spreading out to set up plays toward the goal.

Miriam yelled at them, in Daft, "Pass the ball, pass it to me."

When no one heeded her, Miriam dashed off the field straight toward a startled Ali on the sideline.

"What are you doing? Get back in the game!" he shouted, shooing her back onto the field.

Miriam said something to Ali and then trotted back into position. She was attempting to carry out Ali's instructions, but no one passed to her. Even waving her arms and shouting brought no results. She stood on the left side of the field alone.

I hadn't gotten to know Miriam very well. On the field she was quick to anger. During her flashpoints, though, I thought I saw a softer sadness in her face.

Nadia had also been subbed in. The stress of the game did not much affect her, and her eagerness to start playing was uncomplicated. For Nadia, it was enough just being on the field with her new friends.

She took the game seriously, though. But not quite so seriously as eleven-year-old Deena, the youngest and the smallest of them all, a spunky four feet six inches tall. Off the field everyone thought she looked like a doll, with her sunny personality, oval face, and cute button eyes. When she played soccer, however, she became tenacious, going after every ball and not at all shy about humping and shoving other players-who were all, inevitably, much bigger than her.

A miniature train in constant motion, Deena's petite body housed a natural athlete. She had gifts that could not be taught: confidence, scrappiness, heart, and an ability to reach the "zone," where nothing exists but the player and the game.

Possession shifted between the teams as each goalie faced shots, saving all of them. After fifteen minutes, the halftime whistle blew, and seconds later a goal was scored on Samira.

It had come after the whistle. Even so, Ali and I spent most of halftime trying to explain why it hadn't counted. The girls were unsettled. They glared at the other team and listened to us skeptically.

Robina and Samira were especially agitated, waving their hands and talking intently to their teammates, who kept their heads down. Again, I couldn't follow their Dari directly, but across the language divide, I felt for Samira. As a goalie it is difficult not to alienate yourself from the team, to feel helpless. You stand alone in your crease, alert to the other team's break past your defenders, aiming their drive directly at you.

Finally Ali and I convinced them: They were still in the game.

The second half began. Samira's hands were up and she balanced on her toes, her goalie gloves tightened to her wrist with Velcro bands. Her body language read, You're not going to score on me again.

For some reason I found myself thinking about how meticulously Samira brushed her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail, with every strand in place. This minute attention to detail might serve her well as a goalie.

Samira pointed and shouted directions to her teammates.

"Stay here! Shoot, shoot! I can handle it!"

But I wondered, being so new to the position, if she really could handle the pressure.

The game ended in a draw.

Chapter Two

return to Kabul

SAMIRA, KABUL, AUGUST 2004

"I have a longing beyond expression to return to Kabul. How can its delights ever be erased from my heart?" -KING BABUR, SIXTEENTH CENTURY

SAMIRA EMERGES FROM the plane blinking in the sun. It's early August 2004 and she and the team have just returned from America and landed in Kabul. She is barely aware of her teammates clambering down the metal airplane steps behind her. They gather on the international runway, a stretch of rough open pavement.

Home.

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents

Author's Note....................ix
Note to the Reader....................xi
Prologue....................3
1 Reborn America, June 2004....................9
2 Return to Kabul Samira, Kabul, August 2004....................19
3 Come Back, Come Back Samira, Kabul....................35
4 Nice Kick, Bad Aim America, June 2004....................45
5 That I May Play Soccer Robina, Kabul, September 2005....................59
6 The Quiet Leader Robina, Kabul and America....................79
7 Between Two Worlds....................89
8 Sisters Freshta and Laila, from Pakistan to Kabul....................95
9 Gathering of the Girls Freshta and Laila, Kabul, December 2005....................111
10 Far Afield America, July 2004....................121
11 A Team of Their Own Ariana, Kabul, December 2005....................133
12 On the Road America, July-August 2004....................149
13 Stars Kabul, December 2005....................159
14 Life Can Be Different Miriam, Kabul and America....................169
15 Winning Miriam, Kabul, December 2005....................189
16 Flying Away August 2004....................203
17 The Journey Home Kabul, April 2006....................205
18 Toward the Goal Kabul, July 2007....................215
Epilogue....................221
Acknowledgments....................233
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  • Posted February 25, 2010

    However Tall The Mountain

    I read the book because it was the winning choice of a book club. My daughter pushed for this choice. It was not my choice (my choice was "The Kite Runner"), but after reading Awista's book I had to admit that I really enjoyed it. I think it is an excellent choice for pre-teen and teen girls. I purchased the book, after reading a local library copy, for a young lady who had just turned 13. She became familiar with the book at the book club meeting. She read a few pages and showed an interest in it. Knowing she had an upcoming birthday, I made an immediate decision to get her a copy as a present. The strength of the book is it clearly illustrates the "girl's" journeys from learning soccer in Afghanistan and the social struggles they had to endure to coming to America and the impact that experience had on them. It also gives American and other non-Afghan readers insight into life in Afghanistan over the past years. Awista makes her readers care for the girls and their families, because the reality they are not characters in a book they are real human beings dealing with real challenges. Sometimes when I pray for the end of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan I put names to "the innocent citizen's". I pray for the girls by name.
    My only recommendation is that it be recorded on CD. I actually had to read a book (something I have not done in years--I listen to everything in the car on CD). It took me two months. I got over it.

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