Afghan Diary

Friday, one week after an multiple complex attack in next door

31 May 2013

Poem of the day is
Neither exciting nor frightening
Morning was cautiously beautiful.
Exactly a week after the suicide bomb and multiple-attack terror.
My husband called me donkey
Some friends told me I am irrational…
We will be fine…
And we shall be.
I called my mother and my father.
No one picked up the phone.
Party Day since it is a Grey City.
We had a Barbecue in the evening.
We got meat from Fat-Man Meat Market.
Lots of meat in the hot summer Kabul day.
A movie was shown,
Everyone wanted to watch the funny one.
Life itself is sufficiently serious.
Hotel Chevalier+ The Darjeeling Limited was funny enough for tonight.
I fell asleep again from the beginning to the end.
Ollie too.
The day ended this way
Just the way it should be.

Between 24^th and 25^th June 2013

 

My son is calling me…

Mama, comes and sleep!
Hearing the voices of my loved ones
Life is good
Even in the darkest days… when the family is together
No suicide bombing for some days now in Kabul…
Meanwhile,
Taliban are sitting at the round table for Peace Negotiation in Doha
They said there are Moderate Taliban and Extremist Taliban
And the most interesting part was,
The Extremist Taliban are not Afghans.
Well, well,… who knows boys!
But we all are hoping for Peace, a long lasting one…
Come on Taliban, you can do it…
Be Peace for Peace, for Afghanistan!
Give Afghanistan a chance to grow
please…
I plead…
My birthday is 25^th June…
Tuesday I was born…
In Burmese calendar, I am a Lion…
As a Lion, sometimes I roar a bit
Did you hear me recently?
Tik Tik Tik,…
Time is kicking my spinal…
I feel the pain, but I laugh…
Who cares what I will become in 10 years …
As long as I live my life without giving troubles to this world…
The earth will be happy to get me back… anytime, anywhere
Anyhow,
It’s my Birthday…
Happy Birthday SMN!
I whisper…

 

 

 

 

 

Afghan Diary

11.07.2013

Very pleasant holiday…

Great morning. Waking up slowly. Family is around. Everything is great. You can see everybody’s smiles. Great evening too. The beginning of Ramadan, the holy month of Muslims. Meanwhile in Park Palace, we are quite relaxed. My mind is completely calm and neutral. I think of our existence. Currently, we are away from threats I believe. It helps to stabilize my brain.

This is Afghanistan. There are many interesting stories flying around me. So many great stories. Sometimes, I forgot to write them down. Today, I hear a new great story. Amazing story again.

Good music. I don’t know who the singer is. It does not matter. Just a great music.

The sky is fairly blue. Stars are floating to and fro…

In the modest garden, good Mexican food prepared by an Irish friend for the farewell party of a young Russian man. We lit the two big candles. Everything is just as normal as everywhere in the world. The only strange thing is military helicopters’ noises from the sky. Don’t pay attention to this.

Weather is just great. Cool enough to keep our hearts alive and to be grateful of lives.

Gurkhas soldiers walking around inside the compound with their guns, but I hardly hear the noises from their shoes.

We listen to the stories of the people in the party. Not many people would come to Afghanistan. After all, people who come to Afghanistan are not ordinary people. They have special characters I guess. Each of them has the great story to tell. You just have to be a good listener in here.

After all, the night is not spectacular, but great. Nice weather, good food, great music and good stories flying around…