It’s 1:40AM. Afghanistan is so far away.
Below is a video I watch regularly to remind me of the place I’ve never been that constantly tugs at my heart. I recommend watching it on full-screen. The cinematography is like nothing I have ever seen.
I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.
Here is a something I wrote in the 11th grade. This year in high school, Afghanistan was constantly on my mind. It still is today, but I felt much more pain and sorrow when remembering it. I remember feeling very helpless and guilty that year.
Some would think me silly
Because I want to leave all my freedom, all my comfort, my safety
Just to kiss your dirt
They would think me absentminded
Because I want to lay on your green grass
And get lost
In a sea of thoughts
Of the blood pumping through my body
Would they think I’m dumb?
Because I would rather sleep on your hard, broken earth
Than on my feathered bed, a million miles away
Others would think me crazy
To see my veiled head, my clear face
When all I want to do is hug your torn children
Bloodied by confusion and raped by turmoil
When instead, I can not have a worry in the world
You’d think me foolish
Because I cry for the pained people, when they cry to God to kill them now
I want to run through bazaars with my siblings,
I want to lay in the snow until I ache
I would shed one thousand tears
I would cut one million slits
I would drain the blood from my body
Just to see you smile
You are all around me,
In the mirror
In my food
In my clothing
In my ceremony
In the men I love
In the features of my face
In the souls I would die for
All I am missing
Is the air I breathe in