Until last year, getting across Dushanbe was as easy as putting out your hand, and the so-called 3-somoni taxis riding up and down Rudaki Boulevard would slam their brakes to fetch another passenger. These were old, beat-up cars, filled to capacity with families, shoppers and business people with their bags. But they also represented a way of life for thousands in my city, who live from meal to meal from the small wages of a taxi driver. Come with me to learn what has happened to them.
I am a student of business, accounting and audit at the Tajik State University of Commerce, and look forward to stepping out into the business world very soon. Dushanbe is my home, and it's a quickly changing place.
I am a new Tajik woman. Beauty, intelligence, courage and strong attitude are nothing to be shy about. I can be different than a man and stronger at the same time.