From the mountains of Himalaya: A Memoir

Mom always used to tell me that I’ll be traveling a lot, for I have a mole on my right leg – It’s a belief back home but she never told me anything about trekking somewhere in West Sikkim, India which eventually turned out the favorite part of the journey. Well for some reasons she was right, and here I am in India for my bachelor’s degree – Probably waiting for other opportunities too, somewhere out of Asia.

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Kabul to Bangalore

  “A Journey that an afghan lad has always desired for”

kabul to bangalore

It was June 18th 2012 that we left Karachi, Pakistan for Kabul after an incredible curiosity for undergraduate scholarship in order to pave my way for success, that had brought me nothing but disappointment and discouragement. Knocking government’s every educational office’s doors for the verification of my intermediate certificates and their way of making me realize that I am an Afghan and I do NOT belong to this country- Pakistan though my love for this country was always worth praising because I have had the best people around me within those 2 years’ worth cherishing moments of my college life and the love will always remain the same because I know the fact that the act of minority doesn’t represent a nation, caste or religion.

Asking for character certificate from police department as a requirement for Brunei Darussalam’s undergraduate scholarship application 2011-2012 and not bribing them (cops) a single penny, was almost like snatching their salary exactly the way the robbers used to snatch my mobile phone worth 400 rupees on gun point but the gratitude would definitely go to ma’am shahida – An advocate from UNCHR’s office who helped me by not letting the police to get the money out of my poor pocket aaah! what would they get out of it when it was all empty.

The struggle, curiosity and sticking desire was always there for this undergraduate scholarship because I knew it that without this scholarship word in my life I will not be able to get what I always wished for within just the required time. I knew it that I had to stick to the point and hold on the grip and not to lose hope in order to be a productive member of this so called society and I knew that I will soon be the only one in my family who then be called a well-educated person. The desire was/is not only to make the family feel proud but the country while being part of a positive change for the youth and bring awareness regarding education, gender equality, business or anything that can inspire them to do more in life for the sake of humanity, for the sake of love for the country – People.

Getting back to the track, I can still remember one of those summer season’s day when the laborers/drivers were all under the burning heat of the sun striving for life, when I was sitting at a corner of my room with a coolest friend – dell Laptop core i3 – waiting curiously for this Brunei Darussalam scholarship’s result for which I had to struggle and face all these hiccups for almost a year. Was using this famous social networking site – Facebook and updating a status about Karachi’s load shedding  when I received this email:
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Winter Aid for Unprivileged People

Here we go with another experience that i cherished with a DSLR Camera. You would wonder the possibilities with a camera but  trust me every time i click, it teaches me something new about photography, angles and techniques.

After a hell lot of bundle of work till mid night, i had to spend the night at office because on the very next day we had a program of distributing winter aid for the unprivileged people of Kabul, Afghanistan by H.E Ms.Farkhunda Zahra Naderi, a member of parliament’s lower house – Representing Kabul Province.

On this winter camp i had to be with the secretary of H.E Ms Naderi to finalize the whole expenditure of the event – Winter Camp for unprivileged people, photography, synchronizing pictures, data entry, responding emails and many other office works.

It was 20th February around 7:00 am early in the morning when i heard a voice as if someone is calling me from around 200 meter far and the words are – Hayat Bekhez Nawakht Shuda which means Hayat wake up, it’s getting late. When i woke up i felt like I’d just slept due to the tiring tasks from morning till mid night. it was the third day of the event and my task during the distribution of winter aid for unprivileged people was to capture every moment of the event. I woke up and went to the market with one of my colleagues to capture some while loading the aids. For breakfast we had BOLANI – Traditional and the most delicious food of Afghanistan- accompanied by drivers and other workers.

After an amazing time, having breakfast with those gentlemen, we moved on towards the targeted venue for the distribution of aids which was pool e hasan, a place in Kabul quite near to American University of Afghanistan, one of the finest university of Afghanistan from where the most energetic and enthusiastic lads of Afghanistan happen to be the future of the land – Afghanistan. Continue reading “Winter Aid for Unprivileged People”

The cry for peace in Afghanistan

By: Hayatullah Amiree

I think the topic speaks for itself. The prevailing conditions/circumstances clearly indicate that how much are we in favor of peace in our country. Let it be the frightening terrorist attacks or the lethal military forces of the super powers of the worlds, the only message that is being carried through such acts, is the thirst for peace.

Everyone in this country is afraid of losing their lives, they cannot send their children to school because they have no idea either their children will return safe and sound or not. The fear of terrorist attacks made enough places in people’s hearts due to which they cannot allow their loved ones to go out for any particular piece of work because they don’t know about their return back home.

My heart really cries when:

When I observe bloodshed

When I find homeless people

When I observe poverty

When I see students having cigarette on their hands instead of books and pen

When I observe unemployment

When I see irresponsible people

We always think and say that what this country has given rather thinking what we have given to our beloved country – Afghanistan? We may not even know the actual meaning of Afghanistan- the land of bravery but alas we are not brave enough to protect the land from poverty, unemployment, irresponsibility and other incidents that cause the country towards poverty, bloodshed and a destructive future.

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