School

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.

Funeral

An Afghan prophet today early morning passed away.
I was the only one who buried him.
Very sad event!
Now we are 51 against lots of missions to do.

Hunting Gun

He pointed the old hunting gun at the little girl, setting the gun carefully.
Hunter thought:
"What a gray beautiful hairs!"
Tried to target head of the little girl. Then shot. The target was hit.
The little girl with gray hairs fell down.
The hunter laughed loudly.
Suddenly someone attacked on him, complaining:
"Mom! Jawad's hitting my dollies."

Leaving

She always sits deep in thought, seeing the sunset, reminding home while drinking coffee without sugar.
She has lots of stories to say but believes no one's around interested in hearing.
She is probably alone but absolutely anxious.
She can recognize different faces around going and coming, talking in strange languages, using rarely familiar & sweet words, making her whisper:
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
She has right to think everyone could be a suicide bomber here but there is no where left to run.
She has to stay there and concentrate on her job, forgetting everything.
Now, I'm leaving her.

(I'm experiencing some kind of stories which have special meaning just for one)

Price

- How Much?
- 200 $ Per Dead.

Plane

Mom! This plane killed daddy?

Afghan War

American:
everyone can be a suicide bomber here.

Afghan:
go home. They are shooting at us.

Tombstone

He gently touched the tombstone. Momentarily, he pressed his cheeks against it. Below that tombstone was buried his fiancée Sapida. Her death was a very contentious incident. They said she had committed suicide.

Saeed, while had his cheek pressed against the tombstone, started to shed tears. He continuously whispered: "my dear sapida! My dear sapida…!" and shed more tears.
He was reminded of his past. Unconsciously he began to curse sapida's mother and father, her grandmother and grandfather, her elder brother and...!
While he was weeping intensely, he said: "my lord, curse all old men and women in this world, oh lord!!!"

He was groaning like a child.
In a little while with the help of his cane, he stood up and smoothed his white beard down.