The Shoe Project


Shoe Story 51: My Wedding Shoes
by Khujesta Sadri

Shoe Story 51


Rarely do most girls in Afghanistan achieve their dreams. Most of them are not allowed to choose and fall in love with a Prince Charming. However, as an Afghan woman in Toronto, I managed to become Cinderella and find the man of my dreams. I even received a lovely pair of shoes from him. I wore them on my wedding day to remind me of the many women at home in Afghanistan for whom home is a jail. At least, my shoes with their embroidered symbols tell one woman’s story.

My Cinderella dream came true on my wedding day: December 28, 2013. Entering the ballroom, I was wearing my paizars—traditional, flat sandals made by an Afghan woman.

To represent my culture in Canada, I ordered a traditional dress. My mother-in-law in Afghanistan sent it to me. Elegantly decorated with mirrors and embroidery, it came with trousers, a headscarf, and an adjustable silver belt. Tucked into the package was a surprise from my prince: a pair of beautiful, multicoloured paizars

The leather soles had been cut out and sewn on meticulously. Each stitch indicates embroidery techniques passed down from mother to daughter. The creator of my shoes was among those Afghan women who are forbidden to work outside their home in the presence of men. However, they sew and weave in the country’s various NGO-operated cooperatives designed to employ such women.

During the Taliban regime, women could wear only black shoes—never white, as it was the same colour as the Taliban flag. Wearing white shoes meant stepping on the flag.  Luckily, the woman who made my shoes was not stingy when it came to using colour: threads of pink purple, green, white and yellow cotton.

Examining my new paizars, I wondered about the size because such handmade shoes do not correspond to a universal standard. I remember having to try on several pairs at bazaars back home until I found exactly the right size. How did my mother-in-law know that these ones would fit me perfectly?

Like other hand-sewn items in my homeland, my wedding shoes incorporate the individual artisan’s unique life story through symbols. Each part of the design illustrates the ups and downs of her life. Like the woman herself, the vertical middle strip on the top cannot move. At the toe end is her family; at the other end are her dreams. Whenever she wants to escape, boundaries block her way, silencing her and hiding her. However, the woman who made my wedding shoes does not know that these shoes travelled to Canada to be worn by a fellow Afghan woman who recognizes her skills and understands her frustration. She doesn’t know that the world will see her skills at the Bata Shoe Museum.

Earlier, I had debated with my mother over whether I should add some height by wearing high-heeled sandals with Swarovski crystals. But I opted for the paizars. Slipping into them, with their elfin tips, I knew that I had made the right decision. Although I wouldn't be tall, I would be me. I’d be representing my ancestral land where I used to pick apples and pomegranates, the land where I had lived for most of my life—but also the land that imprisons women, preventing them from developing their skills and pursuing their dreams.

Before leaving my parent's home, I couldn't help but think about the many other Afghan women who were married at the age of twelve instead of twenty-four. However, my story is entirely different. It is one of love—a taboo subject in Afghan culture even though our literature is filled with love poems.  Falling in love and selecting one’s own life partner could be a death sentence if the choice violates a family’s honour. 

As I walked next to the man I had chosen for myself, I thought about all those young Afghan girls who are married against their will at a tender age when they should still be playing with their dolls. On that special day, I felt like Cinderella, walking in my paizars and carrying thousands of messages from hidden Afghan women.


KHUJESTA SADRI is an Afghan who immigrated to Canada with her family in December 2012. She is currently a Political Science student at York University in Toronto.

More Shoe Stories from Sessions 5 and 6, Toronto

47: Two in One Shoe Story

48: Reborn

49: Growing Up in Lineups

50: First Step

51: My Wedding Shoes

52: Black and White West

53: My Son’s Running Shoes

54: My Freedom Shoes

55: Choosing Shoes—and a Groom—in Kathmandu

56: A Shoe That Survived

57: The Rhythm of My Safety Shoes

58: Baby Shoes in the Garden

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