Afghanistan's Letter

Once upon a time, there was a country with happy days and no fear, people lived there with freedom and they had lots of pride and joy. There was no terror to be scared of or fear of losing life, days were full of sunshine, and nights were delightful. Everywhere was overfilled with love and unity, but an unexpected war and calamity desolated everything, that country was me, yes me, Afghanistan. That’s how migration began and tons of people left me and still leaving me because I lost the ability to keep them alive and secure. Even if people have homes and subsistence here, without safety, everything is so worthless. World, as you are beholding, the lives of humans don’t have any value here. Being a refugee is extremely tough, challenging, and includes lots of inconveniences. In the end, some of them reach their destination and some drown in the heart of the sea. This is the story of a nation and its humans who are surrounded by serious difficulties and this story is mine, After ...

Don’t know how long it takes or has this an end? I may not have tolerance anymore, my people are grieving and I am looking at them frantically. How long these cutthroats will kill humanity? I cannot understand which religion is this that has enjoined to do suicide attacks and assumed the killing of humans correct. With every explosion, they immolate my innocent people, my faultless children, and turn my blue and soft sky into a red and bloody sky. But is there any right they have on me? All that brotherly love, hearts full of kindness and compassion, all that good times have gone and been replaced by misery and dark days. Suicide cowards suddenly reveal themselves like a monster with heavy weapons such as guns and suicide vests in restaurants and other specific or local places, then they begin shooting at innocent people, they don’t even let a little child survive, afterward they explode themselves and kill everyone with them and destroy all in once, or they explode themse...

There are a thousand words unsaid and I am starting again with the aches in my heart, which are related to me and my being. Women and girls are delicate creatures, without them; there is no light and tranquility in life. And World you know how important and precious their rights are. They are thin flowers with strong stems that some unwise wilds want to cut them off here. I cannot forget how they were screaming and whimpering while stoned to death, beheaded, and beaten. For the offense of being innocent, the wind carried the little pieces of their body away. Cruelty became apparent despite that I am shouting loudly and seeking help. No human rights actually stood with victims, and World, These violators have no respect for anyone or anything though my women are strong and full of courage. I don’t know how to stop the violation of women rights and human rights. Once during the time of the Taliban you and I witnessed a cruel murder of a woman i...

Here I am with another screed; I will write until my pains and sorrows are not heard and I would always shout out loud with my broken heart. The colorful world of my children is now colorless; their little hands are now full of sour thorns and I have no way to mend and cure them. Darkness and ignorance are surrounding them with fear and nightmares. World! My children have the same right as every other living being, the right to live, breathe, play, happiness, progress, and education, but today they are child labor for a loaf of bread for their poor families, they cannot even go to school or live in the colorful worlds of their own. Their innocence has been now lost in a game of war and hunger. There is no warmth in the cold of winter for them and they are tired of all afflictions with a little hope that maybe one day life would have pity for them. In every by-lane somewhere in my cities, there are children with irksome hearts who sit in a corner and I can see how deep they a...

I don’t know where to start as I am speechless but I want to write I want to tell the world that I am an inseparable part of you too, yes I am part of you, and I have the right same as every other nation and country has. I am burning and so my people are, my girls stoned to death, my men, women, and children beheaded and I am witnessing it every day. They misused religion and politics to destroy me, my people, and my children. They robbed me; they have left pain and sorrow for generations of my beings and have already ruined their destiny. They left a large number of them with lots of obsessions and trained them to be wild. Through all these times I’ve been witnessing moldering of millions of innocent humans on my soil without knowing what was their fault and for which crime they have been cruelly and cowardly executed. They totally destroyed me so I cannot stand them anymore; they are strictly antagonistic to my people who want to rebuild me and to their talents. There is no ju...