Sunday, December 25, 2011


We are passing the longest, darkest and probably coldest nights of winter.
Winter has begun.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


I just heard about a man who lives in Kart-e Se (where my office located) claiming he is a prophet. He says he is getting messages from God. The penalty of this, in my country is immediate death.
I remember two years ago, another person claimed the same and never seen again.
A man killed by local people after claiming this in Panjshir province.
Claiming being a prophet in my country is the most possible dangerous thing. But why I still read and hear about guys saying I’m a messenger of God?
There is no profit for this, so why?
What do they feel or see?

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


long time, no chat.
I got your SMS last night. love it.

I'm just fine still alive dear.
I know you are not in a good situation nowadays, but try to stay with music, operas, concerts and hope.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Libya & Afghanistan

Most of afghan people compare the current situation of Libya with Afghanistan in 1991 when the Dr. Najib regime collapsed and subsequently Mujahidin who were supported by west, established a new administration based on Islamic rules.
Gradually civil war, Taliban, NATO & Karzai…
Having experienced the similar period, we are afraid of Libya future.
They are happy for killing Gaddafi as we were for victory against Dr. Najib. But we didn’t kill him and were not enjoyed of NATO bombards.
Gaddafi never wanted to transfer peacefully the power while we remember Dr. Najib with respect and admiration for his national reconciliation process and handing over quietly the regime.
Libyan revolutionaries have declared that “Islamic Sharia Law will be the Basic Source of all law” as we stated in 1991.
Reports and pictures from Libya remind us of our past. The bitterness of war!
Spartacus is right:
Blood demands blood. We have lived and lost at the whims of our masters for too long. I would not have it so. I would not see the passing of a brother... I would not see another heart ripped from a chest, or breath forfeit for no cause.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011


Gaddafi dead!
Karzai: we will be with Pakistan in the unlikely US-Pak war.
Luxury cars set on fire in Berlin.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Thursday, September 8, 2011


The ways we call women in Afghanistan:

His granddaughter
His daughter
His sister
His aunt
His wife
His daughter-in-law
His sister-in-law
His mother
His grandmother

And a very special word:

Lexical meaning: a creature with black head.
(Refers to long and black hairs of afghan woman)

Monday, August 22, 2011

Independence Day

1. Celebrating Independence from Britain in a party with friends
2. A breaking news says that Taliban attack British Cultural Center
3. Four Afghan police officers are killed
4. Being confused: attacking British Center in Independence Day from Britain!
5. I recognize that a friend is happy for that
6. Taliban resisting in the Center Building
7. Cancelling celebration, going homes

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Kabul, Napoleon, Chicken Skin

I first heard of Napoleon from War and Peace, the novel by the great Russian author Tolstoy. War and Peace deals with the events of the years 1805 to 1812, the period when the name of Napoleon made its mark on the lives of the people of Europe, and in many other parts of the world. At the beginning of the novel we hear that the Russians are worried about the news of the Napoleonic conquests in Europe, and fear that the French army will invade their country as well. This finally happens in the latter part of the novel. Napoleon and his army penetrate as far as Moscow. War and Peace is the story of the consequences of war after the French Revolution, seen from the Russian point of view.
In this sense, one could see The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, who is originally from Afghanistan but lives in America, as a smaller version of War and Peace. The Kite Runner also attempts to increase our awareness of the hardships of war, and to record historical events for future generations. It is only ten years since the end of the Taliban rule. We are still in a state of war, and the memories of the war are still fresh. But this book records many valuable insights and facts for future generations. War and Peace reminds us of the value and significance of peace.

Knowing the value of peace

In our country we have experienced many years of unrest and ongoing bloodshed, and the value of peace is something we appreciate more than ever. For more than three centuries Afghans have lived with political instability, coups d’état, dictatorships, occupation and terror. Our recent history is full of bloody events, few of which have found their way into the history books. What young people like me know about this past is general information that has been passed on under censorship; it is for the most part biased, inaccurate, and does not go into detail. We still don’t know exactly what went on in our country in recent decades, or why we are in the state we are in today. We and our fathers fought for our country for years, yet strangely this is something we cannot be especially proud of today. After nine years of bloody fighting we chased the Soviet troops out of the country, but nowadays many Afghans, especially the young ones, regret the withdrawal of the Soviet troops and criticise the mujaheddin for their jihad, because they believe that the retreat of the Red Army and the collapse of Dr Najib’s regime left the country worse off than ever.
We have a great number of dead and war wounded to lament, and we ask, ‘What was it all for?’ It’s a question asked by all disappointed people who hate war.
Of course, there is a small minority of warlords and traitors to their fatherland who play an important role in these crises, who still actively interfere with political business today, and see a benefit for themselves in continuing the violence. After years of playing all sides off against one another they know how to maintain their role in Afghan politics and continue to manage affairs in their own interest. They are the power mafia, and eradicating them is the key to Afghanistan’s security – a key that we are not going to lay our hands on all that easily.
Our generation, which doesn’t really remember the civil wars and the Taliban and more or less knows only Karzai on television, longs for a better future in order to get on in life. But there is no basis from which they can make this progress. The international community has still not found time to devote to young people and nurturing their talents. Its priority is the fight against the Taliban, reducing the production and smuggling of drugs, and the restoration of security. While in the realms of science, literature and the arts young Afghan talent is simply fading away, the Afghan government and the international community are caught up in the contradictions of day-to-day affairs and present no long-term perspectives.

Afghans for democracy or for the Taliban?

It is fascinating to see how Napoleon managed to scale the heights of power, to ride the waves of the Revolution and become Emperor of France. He invaded other countries under the banner of freedom, and in many countries he was welcomed by the people. Just as the United States’ invasion of Afghanistan was welcomed by the people. We welcomed the American attack because it freed us from the Taliban. Several years on, Napoleon was confronted with the negative feelings of people who believed that the slogan of freedom was just a pretext to occupy their country. The same people who welcomed his invasion took up arms to drive him out. I believe that the Afghans have still not reached this point and for the most part still support the presence of international troops in their country, because their presence means the retreat of the Taliban after a series of bloody wars. The simple fact is that we are tired of war and hate the Taliban.
Throughout their history Afghans have always been sensitive about their independence and their dignity, and still are so today. But why are they not now rising up in jihad, despite numerous air strikes by coalition forces and major losses of civilian life? Why, after the presence of 150,000 foreign soldiers in their country for the past ten years, do they not feel as if their country has been occupied? What is the difference? Although from the point of view of the traditionally Muslim population there is no difference between Americans and Russians because both are non-Muslims.
The difference is to be found among Afghans themselves. The Afghans, who have put behind them a bitter period of war and bloodshed accompanied by slogans of jihad, are waiting, weak, exhausted, and burdened with a huge weight of historical experience, for peace; they want finally to come to rest. People mostly regret that they allowed themselves to be drawn into war and have understood that, even in the worst cases, peace is better than war. The warlike people of my country have become extremely peace-loving. In some provinces the populace is being urged on day and night by foreign agents to wage ‘jihad against the infidel’, yet the number of my countrymen who are influenced by propaganda and pressure into joining these warmongers is astonishingly small. And these are mostly people who will take up arms and join the Taliban for a monthly salary of $300, because the majority of Afghans are unemployed and cannot bear to see their children go hungry.
It appears that the government and coalition forces have also understood this, and are keen to make it advantageous for lower-ranking Taliban to lay down their weapons. The behaviour of the current, weak government as well as rampant corruption play a major role in strengthening the Taliban, who receive support from neighbouring countries and should on no account be regarded as the protagonists of a national movement. The central government has been spectacularly unsuccessful in establishing justice, securing the most basic needs of the people and creating jobs for them, and as a result it does not enjoy their support. The government thinks that supporting the warlords and the ethnic leaders would be sufficient to gain the loyalty of the people, and that it does not need to exert itself any further to alleviate their hardship and meet their needs. Furthermore, we live in a sensitive region here, and we do not have good neighbours. Our neighbours like to see Afghanistan in a constant state of war and insecurity. In the past, too, they have supported the warmongers in our country.
All that Afghans have experienced of democracy to date are fraudulent elections and a threatening attitude whenever they exert their freedom of expression; nothing more. Yet they still support this imperfect democracy and prefer it to the Taliban regime. The simple fact is that we are tired of war and hate the Taliban. But we are in urgent need of help if we are to continue along this road.

What progress has been made?

In 2003 I met an itinerant fortune-teller. From time to time he appeared at the doors of our houses with his paraphernalia to tell our fortunes. He was a middle-aged man, a strange and impressive figure. For fifty afghanis he would read your hand and give you general information about your future. One day he knocked on our door. When I opened it, I was surprised to see him standing before me. In a imperious tone he said, ‘Give fifty afghanis and hear your future.’ I offered no resistance, complied, giving him fifty afghanis, and he examined my left palm. Then he said, ‘You will get a good wife, you have much travel ahead of you, and will be rich.’ I liked the sound of that, and asked him for more details. He replied that I would soon find and marry my future partner. The travel and the large amount of money, however, were still a long way off. Perhaps in ten years’ time, or much longer. I asked, ‘What will be the greatest difficulty in my life?’ He considered, and replied, ‘You will not have any very great difficulties in your life. But take care that you do not lie. Lying will create great difficulties for you.’
With these general phrases he made an impression on me. He even claimed to be able to tell me the name of my future wife, if I gave him more money. But this I did not do. Perhaps simply because I lacked the courage. He said that in addition to telling fortunes he was also able to resolve certain problems. He even claimed to be able to conjure up spirits. Later I heard that a girl in our neighbourhood had bought an amulet from him to help her get the man she loved. Six months later the two really did marry. The soothsayer was even supposed to have helped a woman find a lost necklace, and to have softened the heart of a man who did not love his wife.
After this visit the soothsayer came to our door once more, on a hot summer’s day, and then disappeared for a while. On my wedding day I thought of this man and of his words: that I would soon find my future wife. I did indeed find my wife sooner than I had thought I would. That day the soothsayer reminded me very much of the wise Melchiades in the novel One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Marquéz. There was a magic in the fortune-teller’s demeanour that had the ring of truth.
I did not see the fortune-teller again until, one pleasant spring evening in 2009, my wife showed me a visiting card. It belonged to a man called Amir Asad. He claimed to be able to solve all problems. So the card belonged to the same soothsayer. He no longer went from door to door; he had his own practice, he had had visiting cards printed, and he employed a secretary, a maid, a bodyguard and a driver. Clients had to make appointments a week in advance, and a visit now cost five hundred afghani. The changes in his life and in his work were quite astonishing.
A fortune-teller who went from door to door touting his wares for fifty afghani had now attained this standard of living. He occupied my thoughts for several days, and I tried to write a story about him. About the changes in his life; about his magical personality, which he had adapted to the modern world. In so doing I realised that the story of the astonishing changes in his life reflected the changes that had also taken place in my life, and in the lives of many Afghans. All of us have changed. Here in Kabul we all have televisions and mobile phones in our homes. The economy has improved. We have become acquainted with Facebook, Twitter, Thomas Anders and Taylor Swift; we have greater respect for women, and we acknowledge their rights as autonomous people more than we used to do. Yet catching up with the modern world and making far-reaching changes takes a long time. The changes in the lives of Afghan people have mostly taken place in the big towns and not in the countryside. In Kabul we are changing our way of life with tremendous speed, leaving behind us traditions and customs that are tainted with superstition, whereas the people in the countryside still feel bound to the old traditions and reject change.
Ten years on, more children and young people go to school; every year many more students apply for a place at university; in other words, Afghans are becoming better educated and more self-confident. But they need continued support if they are to be able to rebuild their country. Initial changes have been made, but they must endure. After ten years of presence in and support for Afghanistan, those helping us must not get impatient and believe that they have achieved little. They must not forget that this progress has been made at tremendous cost, both in terms of people’s lives and in material help.
Wherever you look you will see improvements. The fortune-teller is expanding his activities; he has decided to open more offices in Kabul, and says he has decided to set up a website in both languages (Dari and Pashtu). I am sure that when there is peace throughout the country he will extend his activities to other provinces.

Women and the oppressed

‘Around midday I go to the house of a widow. It smells of food. I ask her: “What have you cooked?” She says: “Our neighbour is sick. He can only eat chicken. I can’t afford to cook proper food for my children. I let the neighbour give me the chicken skin; I cook it, and we eat it.”’
This was written last year by an independent Afghan human rights commission in a shocking report about the situation of Afghan widows. The report states that the majority of Afghan widows, of whom there are many in this society, sell their bodies, do hard labour for little money, and still are on the point of starvation, their children forced to go without even basic necessities.
Afghan women are, generally speaking, still subject to deprivation and oppression. In rural areas there are no health services available to them. They bear a child every year, have no right to education or work, suffer constantly from hunger and do not know how they will be able to feed their children. The traditions and customs that have held sway for centuries still endure, and these deny women any rights whatsoever. However, at the same time the situation is improving in the cities. More and more girls and women are going to school, finding work, and are increasingly courageous in defending their rights. But one cannot generalise about these improvements, either; rather, they are sporadic and slow.
In the past forty years many Afghan women have lost their husbands in the uprisings and wars. For women in Afghanistan, life without men is unimaginably difficult. How can an uneducated woman with six children earn enough to live on when she has rent to pay and is not allowed to seek work freely?
Many Afghan women, especially widows, who have suffered for years from hunger, undernourishment, anaemia and lack of vitamins, tend to die of simple, curable diseases, or in childbirth. Many men regard their wives and daughters as inferior people. In rural areas it is customary for the men to eat first and the women afterwards. Girls who grow up in this kind of atmosphere have a degraded sense of self. They genuinely believe that they are worth less than men and cannot muster the courage to stand up for their rights.
The international community and the so-called Ministry of Women’s Affairs have not succeeded in improving the situation and lives of Afghan women. Their sole achievement is that more and more women in the large towns have access to public health services and fewer die during childbirth. Afghan women make tremendous sacrifices in the raising of their children, and all their hopes rest on their children’s future. They want happiness for their children to help them forget the bitterness of the past. Will their children have a better future than they will?

Copyright: Goethe-Institut e. V., Fikrun wa Fann
June 2011

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say will be misquoted and then used against you…

Friday, June 17, 2011

alight women

Tonight News:
"The number of women admitted after setting themselves alight has been increasing day after day.
In the first three months of the current year on the Shamsi calendar, there have been 9 women who have covered themselves in domestic fuel..."

Having heard the news, I think:
"But my mother is not included in the number. She died before arrival at hospital and returned home shortly after we recognized she is not alive anymore. No one was aware that she killed herself except the family.

Her funeral was simple and short and I wept for a while alongside my sisters.
No crowd of people, no candle, no flower…

Adding my mother to the number, there are 10 alight women."

Monday, June 13, 2011

My suffering

There are lots of pain and suffering going on around me.
Hungry children, addicted fathers, Disadvantaged mothers, Incurable patients, homeless families, young widows, disabled teens, jobless youth, dying talents…
And I can do nothing.
In this stormy sea I’m standing on a little piece of wood trying to help my family.
The best thing I could do is to rescue my family.
And this is my suffering, my pain.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Civilian Death

A. 14 civilians were killed by ISAF

This is the final warning… If NATO troops continue to bombard Afghan villages, then they would put themselves in the position of the enemies of the Afghan people... And the world knows how Afghans have treated invaders in the past…

ISAF spokesman:
Death of civilians is very very tragic and we are really really sorry…

B. 21 civilians were killed by Taliban

I condemn this event. This is awful. But I want to call again on all afghan Taliban to drop their weapons, to join us. I request Taliban, please come to us. I ask Mullah Sahib Omar, please stop it. We are your brothers, don’t kill us. Please, Please!

Taliban Spokesman:
Yes, today we killed 21 civilians during an operation; I mean a suicide attack, but the targets were afghan soldiers. Luckily we killed also 2 soldiers and our suicide bomber martyred… it was a successful operation which shows our power…

Sunday, May 29, 2011


He killed my father and elder brother in 1998.
Then he raped my mother in 2004 and tried to kill my elder sister who wanted to avoid him. But my sister was lucky and escaped with me while being injured. Actually he cut one of her ears.
I still don’t know whether my mother is alive or not!

He was still there when I got back to the village in 2009.

I went through him asking for permission to work on our lands. He couldn't remember me giving the permission, but ordered me to cultivate poppies.
I didn't accept and he got angry trying to kill me. I luckily escaped.

Finally I got determined to kill him arranging a killing plan; killing through a roadside bombing.
He came to the sight and I exploded the bomb...
Everything was over? No!
A very fucking mistake happened. I killed two innocent men instead; an old man with his son; a father and an elder brother...

Monday, April 25, 2011

Kandahar Prison Break

540 members of the Taliban including military commanders have escaped from Kandahar prison via a 320 meter-long tunnel.

An escape inspired by Michael Scofield?!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Stars

"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You-- you alone-- will have the stars as no one else has them--"

"What are you trying to say?"

"In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... you-- only you-- will have stars that can laugh!"

And he laughed again.

"And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure... and your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you..."

And he laughed again.

Thursday, April 14, 2011


... wenn die Liebe dir winkt, folge ihr, sind ihre Wege auch schwer und steil. Und wenn ihre Flügel dich umhüllen, gib dich ihr hin, auch wenn das unterm Gefieder versteckte Schwert dich verwunden kann. Und wenn sie zu dir spricht, glaube an sie, auch wenn ihre Stimme deine Träume zerschmettern kann wie der Nordwind den Garten verwüstet. Denn so wie die Liebe dich krönt, kreuzigt sie dich. So wie sie dich wachsen lässt, beschneidet sie dich. So wie sie emporsteigt zu deinen Höhen und die zartesten Zweige liebkost, die in der Sonne zittern, steigt sie hinab zu deinen Wurzeln und erschüttert sie in ihrer Erdgebundenheit. Wie Korngarben sammelt sie dich um sich. Sie drischt dich, um dich nackt zu machen. Sie siebt dich, um dich von deiner Spreu zu befreien. Sie mahlt dich, bis du weiss bist. Sie knetet dich, bis du geschmeidig bist. Und dann weiht sie dich ihrem heiligen Feuer, damit du heiliges Brot wirst für Gottes heiliges Mahl.

All dies wird die Liebe mit dir machen, damit du die Geheimnisse deines Herzens kennenlernst und in diesem Wissen ein Teil vom Herzen des Lebens wirst. Aber wenn du in deiner Angst nur die Ruhe und die Lust der Liebe suchst, dann ist es besser für dich, deine Nacktheit zu bedecken und vom Dreschboden der Liebe zu gehen. In die Welt ohne Jahreszeiten, wo du lachen wirst, aber nicht dein ganzes Lachen, und weinen, aber nicht all deine Tränen.

Liebe gibt nichts als sich selbst und nimmt nichts als von sich selbst. Liebe besitzt nicht, noch lässt sie sich besitzen; denn die Liebe genügt der Liebe. Wenn du liebst, solltest du nicht sagen: 'Gott ist in meinem Herzen.', sondern: 'Ich bin in Gottes Herzen.' Und glaube nicht, du kannst den Lauf der Liebe lenken, denn die Liebe, wenn sie dich für würdig hält, lenkt deinen Lauf. Liebe hat keinen anderen Wunsch, als sich zu erfüllen. Aber wenn du liebst und Wünsche haben musst, sollst du dir dies wünschen: Zu schmelzen und wie ein plätschernder Bach zu sein, der seine Melodie der Nacht singt. Den Schmerz allzu vieler Zärtlichkeiten zu kennen. Vom eigenen Verstehen der Liebe verwundet zu sein; und willig und freudig zu bluten. Bei der Morgenröte mit beflügeltem Herzen zu erwachen und für einen weiteren Tag des Liebens dankzusagen; zu Mittagszeit zu ruhen und über die Verzückung der Liebe nachzusinnen; am Abend mit Dankbarkeit heimzukehren; und dann einzuschlafen mit einem Gebet für den Geliebten im Herzen und einem Lobgesang auf den Lippen.

Der Prophet- Gibran Khalil Gibran

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Karzai & Zinat

Karzai to his spouse Zinat:
Be quite sure that reconciliation with Taliban is not a detriment to afghan women.

I’m scared. I have some bitter memories from Taliban period when you were a member of them and I spent several years at home without leaving even for seconds. I’m scared if Taliban come to Palace, I would not be able anymore to leave my room, meeting you in your workroom.

But it passed. We had better days during last 10 years. I’m the President and you are the First Lady. We passed the bitter memories.

You became the President and we came to the Palace. But I’ve not left the Palace since 10 years. I would like to go out, walking in the Shahre Naw streets, buying a dolly for our son Mirwais. I would like to watch Kabul and its new changes every day.

You’re enjoying the best conditions of life here. Why you want to leave, walking in the streets? It’s unsecured outside.

So why don’t you take me with you in your abroad trips?! It’s unsecured too?!

My abroad trips are very significant. I don’t do that to have fun. If I were not obligated, I wouldn’t go. I meet the important officials of the countries, talking about the future of Afghanistan very seriously. These trips are so boring.

Take me with you anyhow. You go through your important meetings and Mirwais and I would have fun.

Not possible!


Statesmen are not used to take their wives with them. It’s very bad.

But Obama takes his wife and daughters with him on missionary trips.

But Obama is different. If I take you with me, people would mock me. My relatives and tribe don’t like a couple walking together.

So what to do? Till when I should stay here in the Palace?! I’m tired.

Zinat! You’re making me angry. I have prepared the best facilities for you. Instead of thanking, you always grumbling! Leave me alone please! I’ve lots of work to do.

But try to understand me! Think a little of me and Mirwais!

Leave! Me! Alone!

Monday, March 7, 2011

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Me: it’s raining. What a pleasant night!
Homeless: our tent is wet.
Poor: my children have a cold.
Farmer: flood took everything from me.
Villager: all the ways are closed.
Me: it’s raining. What a pleasant night!

Monday, February 21, 2011


The Wanderer was walking with two of his friends through the streets of New York.
Suddenly, in the midst of a casual conversation, the other two began to argue, almost attacking each other.
Later -when things had calmed down -they were sitting in a bar. One of them apologized to the other. “I've noticed that it's very easy to be hurtful to those you know,” he said. “If you were a stranger, I would have controlled myself much more. But because we are friends -and you know me better than anyone does -I wound up being much more aggressive. That's human nature.”
Maybe it is human nature. But we should fight against it.


Sunday, February 20, 2011

Two Gods

The master says:
“There are two Gods. The God that our professors taught us about, and the God who teaches us.
The God of whom people always speak, and the God that speaks to us.
The God we have learned to fear, and the God who speaks to us of compassion.
There are two Gods.
The God who is on high, and the God who takes part in our daily lives.
The God who makes demands upon us, and the God who pardons our debts.
The God who threatens us with the fires of Hell, and the God who shows us the best path.
There are two Gods.
A God who crushes us under our sins, and a God who liberates us with His love.”

(Paulo Coelho –Maktub)

Monday, February 7, 2011


Nowadays in afghan radios, TVs and newspapers Egypt events are discussed. Even they are trying to find some similarities between Afghanistan and Egypt. The similarities are widespread corruption, bad governance and poverty. But most of these media accept that Afghan people are not ready for another revolution or any other instability. They are tired of war and besides scared of Taliban. They can’t gather in streets because simply they know if Karzai collapses, the replacement is Taliban.
But we are anxiously following Egypt gatherings, knowing Arabic countries are getting changed and going through probably a brighter future.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


When I was 6 I loved going to school. I was dying for school, counting the seconds.

Having completed the first class with first position, I talked to my small brother:
“School is really amazing. Next year we will go together; you to first and I to second class.”
My brother answered:
“If we go to school together, then who will weave the carpet? Dad doesn’t work. Mom is sick!”
He was right. One could go to school and the other should work on carpets, making money for family. We weren’t able to go to school together.
“Do you love school?”
I asked him.
“So much!”
He answered.
I got determined saying:
“So I don’t go to school next year, weaving carpet. You go instead. The year after next year I’ll go to school and you weave. Is it good idea?”
My brother tilted his small head, smiling.

After 24 years, now we are graduated from school.