Epilepsy is a serious problem in Afghanistan. Not only does the person suffer from epilepsy, but they also suffer from the fact that society refuses to accept them. Society calls them as crazy or mad. Even the family members don’t cooperate or want to take them to doctors. I have co-founded this organization to raise awareness about epilepsy and to introduce ways to prevent or decrease seizures.

Seizure freedom is a funny thing, from the moment you are told by your doctor “you have epilepsy“ it becomes the ultimate goal. But what does seizure freedom really feel like? Is it the ultimate goal? Does life just return to normal? I hate to shatter the dream but unfortunately, it’s not quite that easy.