Should I be happy or concerned?

I am mother of an amazing girl and I love her to pieces. I and my  husband want her to be happy, confident and emotionally strong now and when she grows up. Choosing the right or compatible method for this goal is really a challenge, probably for any parent. I constantly try to educate myself and come up with effective ways of disciplining and teaching her.
Anytime I witness a character flaw or serious misjudgement in a teenager, I lose my night sleep. All I think is what can I do now to avoid such trouble later.
In Afghanista, parent's didn't and don't have a whole lot to worry about, technology is limited and so is freedom and choices. Women are suppressed in villages, and those living in cities don't have much freedom. Life is much simpler there and it is much easier for parents to raise children. Not that I like the oppressive and narcissist parenting of afghanistan, but I wish for that kind of power at challenging times, LOL.
Here, children have much more freedom and a lot of options, many of which can easily be manipulated and violated ( I mean the freedom and the options). Technology like internet and text messaging open new venues of vulnerability and deviation. Plus, the values and standards that are being imposed upon the society and teenagers are hitting new lows.
All of the above mentioned issues make parenting very challenging in this society. .I want my daughter to live her life purposefully and successfully and happily. But she will have to make very tough decisions to get there. I want to teach her the best values and decision making skills to minimize her pain. What I want is the nothing new or unsual for a parent, yet it is a unique challenge espcially when I would like her to have a purified form of afghan culture and islamic virtues. Go figure!!! ::))

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