Our Afghanistan

I wasn’t naive about the life people live in Afghanistan, where each sect or tribe is in continous battle to gain the upper hand, but that dint stop me from knowing more about them. And did i regret after i got hold of some books and gave them a read .. !!! I wish i wouldn’t have read them, Because it made my heart bleed. I cried silently for them. With each sentence i was reading, My eyes were dripping wet and my heart was thudding so hard and against my chest that i felt my heart would tear my body and fly off to a more peaceful place.

People loosing their families, Women suffering the most amid those Men, often loosing their respect and dignity, Children overnight turned into orphans, seeking refuge in ill privileged orphanages, where many of them are fully exploited in the worst way possible….... How many such difficulties and tortures are they been imposed upon. We sit in our comfortable homes or snuggle in our cozy beds and read books about them, see a documentary on them, and at the end we gladly think We understand what they went through. But the truth is we dont .. How can we, We havent seen our loved ones die as closely as they have, We havent been robbed of our own land, We dont seen the cruel face of mankind as they did ....

I wish they would stop fighting among themselves and try to emerge as a civilised place to live in. Afghanistan, I ache for you. I pray for your healthy emergence and wish that people living there would once again get to recognize their homeland with the same proud feeling as their ancestors. I wish Allah would bless that Land with peace and tranquility.
Once again, there shall be a normal life there, where children’s laughter would envelope the surroundings rather than rattling guns, The tasty aroma’s emitting from each house, making their men rush back to their homes, their families rather than Fear. One day people will wake to find their old Afghanistan, One day ...