I had just finished typing up the preceding blog entry, when friend Rachel set me the following link:
Yesterday, friend Zok sent me the initial reports, which I kind of blew off, because I was just too busy. I am now sorry I did that.
You see, Zok pointed out that the casualties of the latest Taliban/Haqqani/Subhuman Filth attack were kids in the ISAF HQ area, and I just didn’t process that, completely.
When I saw the Skatestan article, my heart sunk out of the bottom of my chest. A growing ball of ice has replaced it. I knew every one of these kids, and so did everyone with me.
Nawab (not my co-worker Nawab) decided back in 2009, that he was my bodyguard and protector. I bought one bracelet from him, but he probably gave me a dozen since then. See, I am pretty sure he had a crush on another co-worker of mine, whose name I do not have permission to share. And this person was determined to find a way to get Nawab to come to the US, where she could raise him.
Mohammed was a terrific kid; his Texas Longhorns cap was recognizable from a distance, and his favorite subject in school was mathematics. Really sharp kid and a hustler. He was always super polite, especially to the women who I worked with. Out of all the kids there, I thought he had the best chance of making it.
Khorshid was special. She could and would melt my heart with a look and a smile. Out of all the kids there, I would avoid giving money or buying their stuff, because I thought it was a bad idea to encourage them, especially in that place. But I bought several blankets and a hat from her, because I just couldn’t resist. Her little sister, Parwana was cute as a button and shy.
I take no joy from being right about why we should not have encouraged their presence there. Friend Rachel is bereft, Zok is angry and I am both. I have to admit to feeling nearly equal amounts of sadness and hatred right now. Sadness for these wonderful children’s lives being taken from them and hatred toward the lowlifes who did this, and want Afghanistan to return to the abyss of Taliban domination.
My heart is broken….