I was only 10 years old. And now, I’m 24, typing away on a keyboard in a well lit room powered by gov’t supplied electricity. As an Australian-Afghan woman. Without a Burka. Without a male accompanying me. Afghanistan has come a long way.
Just thinking, imagining the dead bodies of the then President najibullah and his brother and the dark clouds that dawned Kabul. I can only imagine the fear that spread in Kabul of what was to be.
*sigh*
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you have some fantastic entries. very succinct, yet so moving and full of humanity.
keep up the great work
RIP Dr. Najibullah