Contact Admin. A marathon is exhausting for most practitioners, but few have to muster the additional willpower to endure the kind of abuse Zainab, 25, faces each time she laces her trainers to venture outdoors.
In August, she ran an unofficial marathon from the Paghman Valley to Kabul with three other young women. As they entered the capital, they were bombarded with the kind of insults reserved for Afghan women who have the audacity to do anything out of the ordinary in public. The women had to cut the race short. After that, the father of her training partner, Nilofar, forbade his daughter to run the Bamiyan marathon.
Her brother, a student in Germany, has taken up kickboxing and runs regularly with his friends. About 80 people competed in a simultaneous 10km race, of whom half were girls. Having arrived in Bamiyan 24 hours earlier, too late to acclimatise to an altitude of 3, metres, Zainab knew she would struggle and, at the start line, she had trouble breathing.
The weather in the Afghan highlands is mercilessly cold in the winter. In October, Bamiyan was already so chilly that few of the runners seemed to break sweat, even under a clear, sunny sky. The marathon course snaked its way over softly curved hills and through jagged gorges, alongside rippling creeks and sporadic patches of green.
Running along vast dry plains, and through tiny windswept villages, Zainab drew attention, but none of it malicious. Herders and farmers on donkeys eyed her curiously. Login Signup. Signup Login Contact Admin. Amaranta 31 Bamian.
