Sunday, 30 September 2007

Afghan blood continues to spill






Che begaam az dasteh tu ay roozegaar, be tu chi mereseh az shekasteh mann...
A bus carrying dozens of Afghan soldiers in Kabul was ripped apart by a powerful bomb on Saturday morning, in an attack blamed on Taleban insurgents. (Source: BBC News)

I have lost count of the number of suicide bomb attacks in Kabul let alone the number of casualties. Yesterday, another suicide attack took place in Karte Parwan near Cinema Baharistan killing 27 police (numbers continue to rise). Reuters reported 10 killed, a flimsy portrayal of the tragic imposition of the bombing. Other sources immediately reported 27 dead. If the same situation occured in a western country, the 'estimation' would have been doubled increasing social alarm. However, Afghanistan continues to be forlon and Afghan blood contines to spill unnoticed by the world.
I will say no more, let the photoes speak. It saddens me to think about who have been killed. Men who have joined the army only to provide for their families, recipients of US$70 month wages. Fathers, uncles, brothers. all sole income earners for their families.
I have mentioned this before and i will entrench it again, men here play multiple roles in a family. Unfortunately, sadly but truly, women find it formidable to persevere in life without a male figure in the home. My heart goes out for these women. But i also admire the strength, courage and determination of those women who continue to struggle and strive for the future. Women who perpetuate the family name in a dignified and honourable manner. The mothers and wives of Afghanistan.
Unfortunately for some, most women who have lost their husbands tend to wander off and remarry leaving behind her children in the care of their paternal relatives and never hear from them again. One can only imagine the preceding occurences which a mother is forced to endure which results her in abandoning her children.
Later that day, i took my aunts shopping. Kabul streets continued business as usual- shop owners sold, beggers continued to beg and shoppers continued to shop. They have become so desensitised to attacks, it no longer frightens them but the anger is ensued.
We returned home in time for Iftaar. Again, visitors continued flowing in. Its afghan tradition to continue catering for people following the death of a family member for forty days. It's appalling. We don't get family time alone. But it's Ramadan and it's a blessing to have visitors, so for that i'm grateful.
Mum gives food away to those in need, like our maid. A young Hazara girl. Their family is ever so grateful for it. She told us of her story- her neighbour had little food to break her fast with so they came knocking on her door. They had nothing to give away except sharing the food which my mum had given to them. I can't stand wasting food. Even in Australia, I felt very guilty throwing food away.
Ba omideh roozegaareh behtar, ba omideh azaadi millate Afghanistan.
If the sky is not in love, then it will not be so clear.
If the sun is not in love, then it will not be giving any light.
If the river is not in love, then it will be in silence, it will not be moving.
If the mountains, the earth are not in love, then there will be nothing growing
- Mawlana Jalaludin Rumi Balkhi

Tuesday, 25 September 2007

Dear Summer, imma miss you...

It's official (according to me) winter is here! My jacket has come out and i think soon enough it will be my scarf, gloves and boots. I resent cold weather! But i'm looking forward to snow season.

I forgot to mention yesterday, i dreamt of this wall size fish tank. It was the most beautiful piece of work i had ever seen. The glass had a slight convex shape with clear water and excellent lighting. There were goldfishes swimming. Later i had my dream deciphered and it defined success, honour and dignity! thank god.

My grandfathers fatiha resulted in a massive turn out. Over 2000 men attended at the mosque to offer their condolences. Ladies fatiha was held at home and the men's fatiha was held at the mosque. There were politicians, close friends, distant friends- everyone had attended. Among them Mojaddidi (former interim president of Afghanistan, Younos Qanooni (Parliament Chairman), Dr Abdullah Abdullah (former Foreign minister, currently working in 'Massood Foundation') and of course Sayaaf.

Obviously fatiha's recieve publicity and is broadcasted on the radio. When my Grandfathers death was mentioned on the radio, it was explained that he was Sayaaf's cousin. After the event ended, Sayaaf left the mosque when two rockets targeting the first car (Sayaafs car) of the convoy exploded causing minor injuries and shattering the car windows. Thankfully, no killings or major injuries.

I got home from work and recieved this news instantly. Overall, we recieved positive feedback from people who had attended saying it was well organised. I felt a little bad, i should have stayed home with my family that day.

We spent quality time that evening with my family. Reflecting on old memories with my grandfather. Talking about the good times. Honestly, i dont recall any negative moments with my grandfather. May he be blessed.

My fingers have frost bite and it's very cold. I need to get some work done.

Ba Omideh deedaar, khuda negahdaar...

Monday, 24 September 2007

Kabul in pictures II

Mud houses
Can you see Hamid Karzai? The yellow sarachas (station wagons) are taxis.

The famous pakool. Guess who? Qahramaane millee Afghanistan (the National hero of Afghanistan) Ahmad Shah Masood.


Near Deh Afghanan or Foroushgah. Its dirty and smelly, but i enjoy it! It's part of Kabul.

Blog gains a little publicity

It looks like my blog is reaching the public out there. Far more than i think. I was surprised to find my entry quoted in Joshua Foust's site (http://www.globalvoicesonline.org/author/joshua-foust/). Foust was named Time magazines Person of the Year in 2006.

I guess it's partly due to the reason that it has been listed in http://afghanistan-analyst.org/blogs.aspx

Kabul has been cold the past two days. With winter just around the corner, the warm weather is breaking into cold and chilly winds. This morning i grabbed my jacket before coming to the office- i'm glad i did that.

Kabul has suffered another blow. Following the usual trend, the suicide vehicle rammed his car into a convoy of French troops. The explosion killed innocent civilians who were passengers in a nearby car.

Yesterday, (in Kabul, near Gumruck) the international military forces (IMF) shot and wounded two local drivers who ignored warning orders to stop as the civilians vehicles moved closer to the convoy. Although it doesnt justify the actions of the IMF, it is only relevant to mention that drivers in afghanistan have little acknowledgment for traffic laws including IMF and ISAF orders. I have seen Corollas following convoys almost always too closely, despite having an IMF soldier pointing a gun with one hand and motioning with the other hand to stop or keep distance. In turn, the forces fear a suicide attack and shoot before being shot at.

No doubt, it creates delays and frustration having to follow a convoy at a distance. But the IMF are here and they are going to shoot, it's only wise to follow orders. IMF or ISAF shooting at civilian cars 'mistaking' them for suicide bombs is not a new trend and has been occuring for quite some time. It just doesn't make it to the media as much as the deaths of IMF does.

Anyways, i better go and pray Zuhur. I'm fasting and really hungry.

On a completely different note, i feel like i have been lied to. I hope i'm wrong. Time will tell all.

Ba omideh deedaar, khuda negahdaar

Gone to the Unseen

I dedicate this poem to my grandfather. May he RIP.

Gone to the Unseen

At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen. What marvelous route did you take from this world?
Beating your wings and feathers, you broke free from this cage.

Rising up to the sky you attained the world of the soul.

You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman. Then you heard the drummer's calland flew beyond space and time.


As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls. Then came the scent of the rosegarden and you flew off to meet the Rose.
The wine of this fleeting worldcaused your head to ache.

Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity. Like an arrow, you sped from the bow and went straight for the bull's eye of bliss.
This phantom world gave you false signs But you turned from the illusion and journeyed to the land of truth.


You are now the Sun -what need have you for a crown?You have vanished from this world -what need have you to tie your robe?
I've heard that you can barely see your soul.But why look at all? -yours is now the Soul of Souls!


Pouring down like the rain of heaven

you fell upon the rooftop of this world. Then you ran in every direction and escaped through the drain spout . . .


Now the words are over and the pain they bring is gone.

Now you have gone to rest in the arms of the Beloved.

Sunday, 23 September 2007

Grandfathers Demise Friday 14th September 2007- 2nd Ramadan



Sayaafs gov't cars- final preparations
Just before leaving for the funeral prayers

When an old man dies, a library burns down. - Chinese proverb

One of my most dearest family member passed away on Friday on the 2nd day of the holy month of Ramadan. My paternal grandfather with whom I lived my entire life to the true definition of the word had passed away gracefully.
These lines from a poem i once read came to my mind-
The beauteous yesterday fades away like blushed twilight,
I grieve not, but find splendour in the memories.

God granted his wish. he passed on during Ramadan on a Friday, five minutes prior to iftaar. he was in coma for a few days before taking his final breath. the doctors had given up on him saying that there is no possibility for him to awake from coma.

He proved them wrong!
The final breath.

Five minutes before iftaar, he opened his eyes and said nothing more but Allah Allah Allah... just before taking his final breath, he smiled. Perhaps he saw visions of angels or paradise.
He didn't move, he didn't die a painful death. God truly loved him.

Before dying, he had only two words of advice- Islam wa Itifaaq (unity). he also wanted to be buried in Afghanistan, near his orchard. A wish which was granted.
Kabul International Airport- 3 hour wait.

On Thursday my aunts and uncles arrived from Australia with grandads coffin. Ustaad Sayaaf had organised for a funeral car, his government cars and police cars to assist in the smooth transition of the situation. My relatives were to spend the night in Dubai but Ustaad Sayaaf had instructed Ariana Airlines to take up whatever means possible to ensure that my relatives didnt miss the flight. this resulted in delaying the flight for three hours. most passengers were annoyed at my relatives.
I was waiting for hours at the airport. i managed to enter into the terminal (something no one was allowed to do unless you have a flight).

Finally, they arrived! we hugged in turn as we cried softly. the cars were brought to the terminal (Again, no afghans were allowed but i guess it was all Ustaad Sayaafs magic).

i was dreading home, afghan women have the tendency to wail and scream. Some even pull their hair out. Something i am not accustomed with.

we got home, the house was filled with men and women. no room to walk. i went upstairs to see how my grandmother was doing, but thankfully my grandmother had taken the news easier than i expected.

Ustaad Sayaaf was downstairs, he loved my grandfather very much and holds deep respect for him. His presence meant a great deal. His life was at risk, yet he still attended. My grandfather had wanted Sayaaf to lead the funeral prayers, which Sayaaf gladly accepted. Someone came in and told us that Sayaaf wanted to see my grandfathers children alone, in private. i went along!
Ustaad Sayaaf- awkward encounter.

it was my first time seeing Sayaaf. he was tall, of large build and well dressed. i would say beneath all the facial hair and despite the old age, he was handsome and what afghans call noorani. my aunts greeted him, kissing his hand as a sign of respect. In most cases the elders would either pull back and won't allow kissing of the hand (a gesture of humbleness) or they would kiss the face/head of the younger person. Sayaaf didn't. when it was my turn, i maintained my dignity by greeting him from a distance (i wonder what crossed his mind since i didn't kiss his hand AND i was the youngest in the room). i didn't mean any disrespect, i just didn't see any reason as to why i should. There was much to learn about this man. i respected him, but the only male person whose hand i kissed was my grandfather and my father. We sat in silence. Ustaad Sayaaf cried, i saw him wipe away his tears as he gave us advice which strengthened us. he said very little. we continued to sit in thunderous silence.

Eventually he stood up, asking to be excused. he left the room with his companions. we reunited with the ladies.

The day went on and the house was filling by the minute. It was iftaar time, the cook had set everything.
Cultural difference.

I was a little annoyed. My aunts and uncles had arrived from overseas, seeing my grandmother after 6 months AND there was a death in the family. i expected the visitors to be a little more considerate and allow for family time together so we could grieve alone. at least for the first day. but i guess not! They stayed for iftaar, some spent the night. This was Afghan culture, something i needed to learn and adapt to.

We wanted to see my grandfather but they said to wait til the next morning. They didn't want to leave him in the open for too long. so the coffin stayed closed. I couldn't believe it. the last time my grandfather was at our house, he was alive and breathing. now he's lifeless in a box, in a coffin.
Our final good byes...

The very next morning, 600am the house was awake. my eyes shot open. my sister was asleep beside me, sharing my double bed. she woke up as well. people were downstairs, they had uncovered the coffin. i jumped out of bed. 'are you going?' my sister asked. 'yeah for sure,' i replied as i quickly undressed from my pajamas and into something more appropriate. So did she, we didn't say a word.

Both of us managed to finish at the same time. i grabbed my white scarf as i rushed out the door pulling it over my head, covering my hair. i dont know why we were running. with unwashed faces we bolted down three flights of stairs. we reached the third flight- the final flight. that's when i stopped. i peeked and saw my grandfather lying peacefully in his coffin. my grandmother had her head resting to his right on the coffin, weeping silently. other women surrounded her but none felt her loss. Some were reading quraan. some were crying loudly.

i slowly walked down the stairs in a bit of a shock, my sister behind me. i went closer to my grandad, people moved as my sister and i made our way through. my eldest aunt was there, she held me tight as tears came down my cheeks uncontrollably. My grandad resented screaming and wailing near the dead. he always told us not to scream.

Despite being a week since his death and the impact of travelling, he looked so peaceful, his face was glowing. His white beard, his skin, his tall height dressed in white kafan. he looked holy and heavenly. he really was smiling.

i stood by his coffin as women sobbed. i held my grandmother. i thought of the good times we shared. My grandfather was the one person i held deep respect for. i never spoke back to him or displeased him. he was like a friend to me. i lifted my head to look at him, he looked like he was asleep, i expected him to awake any second. but he didn't. thats when it hit me. he's gone forever!

my aunts consoled other women, asking them not to raise their voice as it will cause him discomfort.

Ladies read the quraan loudly. They recited Surah Yasin.

My aunt finished reading, i sat by my grandads coffin opposite my grandma and opened the quraan. i started reciting softly next to him, unsure whether he could hear with all the sobbing. but i recited anyways. I felt very lucky to be able to read the Quran for him.

i finished reading Yasin and passed the Quran to my sister.

My maternal grandma sat next to me and recited Surah Yasin in a beautiful voice which made many cry. I was sitting beside her and joined her in the recitation. She then raised her hands and other women did too and made dua for him and asked God to grant him Jannah and to strengthen his family. Ameen.

We continued with Surah Alrahman together, sharing the Quraan.
Leaving for his resting place.

Soon it was time for him to go to his final resting place. We kindly asked the rest to leave for my family to spend some time alone. My uncles and my dad accompanied us. We said our final good byes. it was hard for my grandmother. but she was strong. They had a very loving relationship. my grandfather wooed her and was very romantic. My grandfather used to tell me stories of how he fell in love with her.

my aunts took my grandmother away. i was left with my uncles and my dads cousins daughter. My dads cousins came and prepared my grandfathers coffin to be taken to the funeral car. My dad and my eldest uncle looked on, crying. i hugged my dad and cried, this time much more than before. My dad whispered in my ear, 'sabr... sabr jameel' (we speak in Arabic) i kissed him on the cheek and my uncle held me close to him as i continued crying.

I didn't want to say good bye to my grandfather, it was all too soon.

I walked away from the coffin without seeing my grandfather, i didnt want to weaken. i needed to be strong. i didnt need to say good bye, he was still with us. i could feel him around.

my dads cousin pulled me close to her as we made our way to join the rest.
Funeral prayers

the house was full of ladies.

i went to my bedroom, locked my door and looked out my balcony. i had never seen that many people in my entire life. It was only half of the men who will be at the funeral prayers. Sayaafs cars and police cars were lined up in an orderly fashion. i watched on. The cars moved further. The funeral car was making it's way towards the convoy of cars. the police car was first followed by the funeral car and then Sayaafs 4Wds followed by more police cars and then the guests.

The roads were blocked. it was very well organised. i know my grandfather liked it very much. Later i learned that 1500-2000 men had attended the funeral prayers which was led by Ustaad Sayaaf.
Death- a lesson for all.

I have learned many things since his death. I saw with my own eyes that it is only your good deeds and your faith that accompanies you to your grave. It is only Islam which will defend you from the punishments and torments of the after life. as my grandfather said, Islam and unity! In todays world, it's a real challenge. But it's the challenge that makes it rewarding!
Life is a test, and death is the final exam.

My grandfather was a good man. Never spoke ill of anybody, attended to people during their time of need and practised Islam to his maximum capability. As most people said, he was a father to everyone.

May Allah grant him Jannatal Firdaws. ameen.

Ba omideh deedaar, Khuda negahdaar.

Thursday, 6 September 2007

Ramadan is nearly here!

Ahlan wa sahlan ya ramadan,
Sharafta ya shahral quraan!

I was just talking to a friend and i noticed that Ramadan is just around the corner. I'm looking forward to it (as always). Its full of tranquility and good faith (i become an angel! but i'm no devil either...). it's my first time ever experiencing Ramadan in an islamic environment (unless i did when i was in Saudi as a child).

But it's the best time ever! I can't wait!

Invited- 40, Attended- 70

my half prepared dining table.... i'm so proud!
Yeah, imagine trying to find your shoes in this mess!




Last night we had invited my aunts husband and his family (men only). i got home from work and straight to domestic duties. We had hired cooks, so only the catering was left for us.






I prepared the dining table for enough people- fourty! slowly i recieved news that the numbers had increased to 48 and then to 52 and soon enough to 70!






we had to resort to the afghan ways, and lay out a table cloth on the floor to accomodate for all.






all went well... when i saw the sight of the shoes which was taken off prior to entry, i couldn't help but laugh (i even took a photo).






The guests left, the night ended with playing pool.






Then i hit the sack... had work today!






Monday, 3 September 2007

Another day in 'Kabuljan'

BOOM! thats the sound that awoke me on Friday morning. i was too tired. i drifted back into sleep.

later on during the day, my sister asked me if she had heard the explosion. It was a suicide attack against the German NATO troops situated in the military west wing of Kabul International Airport. As usual, it was the civilians that suffered in masses.

Few hours later, dad and my brother were back YAYYYYY. A pleasant surprise. My entire weekend was spent serving guests. they came to welcome dad... thank god we have maids who did everything.

Finally we got a snooker table... and a gym set at home!

Grandads not doing too well, he's health is deteriorating. The only thing we can do is pray and hope for a miracle. The cancer is winning, he's vommiting blood- which means that his liver, lungs and kidneys are all deteriorating. Dad wants him in Afghanistan alive, we might fly him over first class so he doesnt endure too much discomfort.

Finally uni's going my way! I'm graduating next month, have exams coming up! and i'm under prepared. but i think i'll be okay. The university has sent my exams to an international university here so they can proctor me. then i can start my Masters straight after.

I'm still working, and it's getting really boring now. i need something challenging! I'm considering working in Kuwait (good job offer at the moment) but parents have enough on their plate. i dont want to create more worries for them so i'll just wait til things get better.

Maybe i just need a break. my contract ends in a month, i doubt i'll renew it straight away. i'll go to dubai for a while if possible!

There's so much i want to write, but this thing gets too much exposure. And i don't want to make myself open to danger and it makes it harder keeping my friends and family informed.

Oh well...

Ba Omideh deedaar, khuda negahdaar.

Wednesday, 29 August 2007

Finally- A potential solution to 200 000Afs weddings

Finally! A way out to these expensive weddings. In the west, an average afghan wedding costs no less than $20 000 (compliments to the brides side of the family who encourages the groom to spend more thinking it will increase the value of the to-be wife... WRONG!).

The trend is ongoing in Afghanistan, many spend thousands of US dollars on weddings. in a country where people can afford so little, barely a meal on the table, this is a burden.

Yes i am opposed to expensive weddings for many reasons, some are as follows:
1) it's nothing but showing off... competition (As the article below explains)
2) not everyone can afford expensive weddings and therefore earn themselves a deadly debt
3) once they have a debt, the newly wedded couple will have to earn enough money for the next few years to pay it off
4) most importantly, ITS UNISLAMIC- yet, it's the muslims that have the most expensive weddings. shame!
5) quantity doesnt necessarily mean quality weddings.
6) the list goes on...

But here's the article i came accross today!

Ba omideh deedaar, khuda negahdaar...

Mullahs spoil the party
By Sayed Yaqub
Ibrahimi

August 28 - Religious council bans lavish wedding parties
in Balkh province to prevent locals bankrupting themselves. (IWPR) One of the
first cultural icons to reappear in Afghanistan after the fall of the Taleban
were Wedding Halls - usually gaudy glass palaces that serve as the venue for
what is, arguably, the most important event in an Afghan's life. Weddings, and
the attendant parties, form the backbone of the Afghan social scene. But the
cost of the dinner, music, clothing and other accoutrements of the celebration
have driven many a young man to desperation.

Now, the Ulema, or
religious council, in the northern province of Balkh have come up with a
solution: They have banned most the expensive festivities altogether, provoking
hope and outrage in almost equal measure. In mid-July, the Ulema Shura of Balkh
issued a fatwa: except for one engagement party, they ruled, all celebrations
should be held in the home, to cut down on expenses. "It's like the Taleban,"
grumbled Jamshid, 24, a resident of Mazar-e-Sharif. "We have only one wedding in
our life. It's our dream, and people should be able to spend whatever they want.
It's not up to the government to ban it." But the Balkh government has supported
the Ulema's decision, and is taking steps to enforce it. Copies of the fatwa
have been sent to all hotels, and nailed in a prominent place on their walls.
"This decision is for the good of society, and we support it," said Atta
Mohammad Noor, governor of Balkh. "People are giving parties like competitions,
just trying to show that they can do it. But it disrupts the entire social
system. People have lost their way, and we are trying to bring back a little
order."

This is not a Taleban-style attempt to prevent parties, he
insisted. "People can make a wedding for a few hundred dollars in their homes,"
he said. “The current situation is a disaster. We're just trying to prevent
that." According to the Balkh authorities, two commissions have been formed to
police the ban - one will promote public awareness of the measure, and the
reasons for it; the other will monitor wedding halls to make sure the new rules
are being observed. "If anyone violates the ban, we will not say anything to
them, but we will severely punish the hotel owners," said the governor.

In Afghanistan, weddings are big business. In addition to paying the
girl's father a sum of money as a bride price, most Afghan grooms have to come
up with 5,000-10,000 US dollars for a series of parties, inviting hundreds of
friends and relatives to eat, dance, and celebrate the young couple's good
fortune. In a country where the average wage does not top 100 dollars per month,
the cost of getting married has kept many a young man single well into his 30s.
"I have an income of 200 afghani (about four dollars) a day," complained
Mohammad Latif, a bicycle repairman in Mazar-e-Sharif. Now 35 years old, he has
been engaged for six years, trying to save enough money for the necessary
celebrations. "How am I supposed to find 10,000 dollars for a party? The Ulema
did a good job. When I heard about it, I thought, 'Now I can finally bring my
wife home.’"

According to Mullah Mohammad Sadiq Sadiqatyar, pretentious
parties are against the Muslim religion. "Islam says that overspending is bad,"
he told IWPR. "If you want to get married, it is enough to have one engagement
party. Anything else is banned. These parties have caused disruption within the
society. We see many men who are wifeless, and many girls without husbands. This
is because a wedding party in a hotel will cost at least 5,000 dollars."

Weddings have become a competition, he added. People who cannot
afford the party have to borrow money, saddling themselves with debt they may be
paying off for decades. "
It is our responsibility to make people aware
of Islamic rules," said Sadiqatyar. "It is also prohibited for male singers to
perform at women's parties. They should not be present to watch women dancing."

In Afghanistan, the sexes are strictly divided during wedding
celebrations. Men and women cannot dance together in public. This is good news
for the few female musicians in Balkh. "It is time to given women some
opportunities," said Arizo, a female guitarist. "If girls are allowed to sing at
women's parties, it will be a motivating factor for women's music. Many girls
may become musicians. But if men continue to dominate the music scene, there
will be little chance for us to do anything."

Male musicians and hotel
owners were uniformly glum about the fatwa. "We had to go to Pakistan during
Taleban times because music was banned," said the head of one male band, who did
not want to be named. "Now we might have to leave the country again. Since the
fatwa, no one invites us to their parties any more. And even if we do get some
work, they only pay us for the men's party, we cannot play for the women. I have
to make a living, for heaven's sake." Bismillah, the owner of one wedding hall,
was similarly upset. "This is our peak season," he complained. "Everyone wants
to get married before Ramazan. But since this fatwa our business is down by 50
per cent, and I think it will just get worse. What kind of country is this?"

According to Bismillah, the government should ignore the Ulema's
decision. "Otherwise the mullahs will just issue decisions on whatever they
want," he said. Lawyer and politician Kabir Ranjbar welcomed the fatwa, with
reservations. "From my perspective, this is a good decision, and it is for the
good of the people.
Unofortunately, it is illegal," he said The fatwa
violates Afghanistan's constitution, and disrupts the normal legislative
mechanism, he added. "When the government wants to make a law, it has to propose
it to the Wolesi Jirga (Lower House of Parliament)," he said. "Only after the
legislature has approved it can the government implement the law." The Ulema's
decision was arbitrary, he added, and did not correspond to Afghanistan's rule
of law.

"The constitution guarantees freedom to Afghanistan's citizens,"
he said. “No one has the right to deprive people of these freedoms." But the
Ulema is not overly concerned with the constitution. According to Sadiqatyar,
they are answering to a Higher Power. "The rules of God are above everything,"
he said. "We respect the law. But the fatwa we issued is according to the
dictates of God and the sayings of the Prophet. And this is higher than even the
constitution."

Wednesday, 22 August 2007

Helmand: A Kinder, Gentler Taleban?

Institute for War & Peace Reporting, UK 08/21/2007
By Aziz Ahmad Tassal

As combat operations rage across Helmand province, Musa Qala district is quiet - and firmly under Taleban control.
Musa Qala, in the north of Helmand province, is unusually peaceful these days. Children are getting ready to go to newly-opened schools, and farmers in this opium-rich region are busy preparing their fields for autumn planting.
In contrast to the rest of Helmand, security is good in Musa Qala. There is little crime, and the bitter battles that have scarred surrounding areas seem far away.
Nor do residents live in fear that the Taleban are coming – they are already here.
“The Taleban control everything in Musa Qala,” said Mohammad Aref, 26, a shopkeeper in Musa Qala bazaar. “They have reinstated some traditions from their old regime of five years ago. They collect food rations from every house, and they drive around in their trucks.
“But the Taleban don’t treat people badly, the way they did before. They are very calm and they respect people. Everyone is happy with them."
The Taleban took over Musa Qala in early February, after a tenuous truce brokered by tribal elders collapsed. So far, there is little sign that either the Afghan government or the International Security Assistance Force, ISAF, is ready to intervene and change the status quo.
"We have no plans to recapture Musa Qala," said Ghulam Mahayuddin Ghuri, commander-in-chief of the Third Corps of the Afghan National Army.
Face to face with the Taleban, residents like Mohammad Aref are making the best of things.
"People are very happy that the Taleban have brought security," he said. "And they are not forcing families to give them a male fighter, like they used to."
During the Taleban regime, from their capture of Kabul in 1996 until the United States-led Coalition drove them into retreat in late 2001, they would conscript soldiers from the local population. They levied one male member from each household, or from everyone who owned a shop or plot of land. Anyone who could not afford to pay someone else to go in his place was forced to join the Taleban.
In addition, the Taleban instituted a brutal regime to impose their strict interpretation of Islam on the general population. Music, films, television, photography, even kite-flying were banned. Men could be beaten for wearing their beards too short, women could not work or study, and in some places they could not even leave the house unless accompanied by a male family member.
Even in this conservative southern province, people chafed under such restrictions, and most welcomed the freedom that came with the new government and the international presence in Afghanistan from the end of 2001.
But in the past few years, disillusionment has set in. The promised reconstruction has been slow to arrive, and the Kabul government is seen as weak and ineffectual, unable to provide security or development. Local government and the police are plagued with corruption, crime is booming, and the drugs industry is taking over the economy.
The foreign military presence is also becoming increasingly unpopular. As ISAF mounts operation after operation to clear away the insurgents, the civilian casualties climb.
Musa Qala was the scene of intense fighting between ISAF and the Taleban throughout the late summer and early autumn of 2006. In October, the British-led forces withdrew from the district after reaching an agreement with tribal elders designed to keep the Taleban out of the district centre.
But that agreement broke down in early February 2007, after an ISAF air strike, which the Taleban claimed fell within an agreed exclusion zone, killed the brother of a powerful commander.
The Taleban swept in and established their own regime, complete with district governor, police chief and Sharia courts.
But according to residents, they have learned a bit about winning hearts and minds since the fall of their government in Kabul.
"If people want to watch television in their homes or listen to music, they can do as they wish. We won’t say anything to them," said a Taleban commander, who did not want to be named.
“Everyone gives zakat [Muslim tithe] to their own mullah. It is voluntary. If they don’t give it, no one will force them."
The commander said the rules imposed by the Taleban were "Afghan Islamic law", and he said people were very happy with it.
"No one tells people what to do," said one local resident, who did not want to be named. "They can shave their beard or let it grow. And no one bothers you if you are cultivating poppy. Opium is bought and sold on a very high level."
Helmand alone will supply close to half of the world's heroin this year. Its poppy crop increases annually despite all the rhetoric from the Kabul government and the international community linking the war on drugs with the war on terror.
The Taleban eradicated opium production almost entirely, in a one-year campaign conducted in 2000-2001. But this time around, they are being more lenient, perhaps because they too are benefiting from the profits of the trade.
Musa Qala is now known locally as "Smugglers' District", and some observers say that many of the factories that process opium paste into heroin have relocated here, since it is a no-go zone for the government and its counter-narcotics forces.
But it would be a mistake to assume that the Taleban have gone all soft, say residents.
"The Taleban are not forcing people, the way they did before," said Sher Mohammad, 20, a resident of Musa Qala. "But still, people are changing themselves, they are going back to the way they were during the first Taleban regime. For example, instead of playing music in the shops they now play Taleban songs. Women still go out, but not too much."
The Taleban have also expanded their radio station, the Voice of Sharia, to Musa Qala, backed by a wealthy patron from the district. It broadcasts a daily ration of exhortation to join the jihad, news and analysis, and music such as national, jihadi and fighting songs, always sung without musical accompaniment. Staffed by volunteers, its major message is of resistance to the government and to the foreign presence in Afghanistan.
A local Taleban, Mullah Ezatullah, praised the new regime, noting that there is a new district governor, Mullah Matin, while Mullah Mohammad Hassan doubles up as deputy governor and town mayor. The chief of police, Mullah Torjan, has managed to get the security situation under control, he added.
"If someone commits a crime, he is punished," said Ezatullah. "If a person steals, his hand is cut off. All things are done according to our law.
"Our government is not like [President Hamed] Karzai's," he told IWPR. "In Kabul, when someone is a high-ranking official, people have to fear his friends and relatives. But in the Taleban government, all people are equal. And all the people support the Taleban."
That may be a bit of an overstatement. Despite the welcome calm in the district, there is tension in the air.
"People are not happy," said one resident, who would not give his name. "Many are afraid to come to the bazaar from neighbouring villages. They are afraid that the foreigners will come and bomb the district. They are afraid of an attack from the air, as well as from ground troops."
After the Taleban took over in Musa Qala, hundreds of families fled in fear of both the Taleban and the expected retribution from the foreign forces. Many are still living elsewhere, camping out in ruined buildings, as they are afraid to return to their homes.
The Taleban do enjoy broad support among the population, said this resident, but there was an element of fear in the people's acquiescence.
"The Taleban are very serious in this district, and when they say something, they do it. People give them food, and other kinds of help, not because they are forced to but because they don’t want to upset the Taleban," he said. "People don’t play music at weddings unless they get permission from the Taleban."
Abdul Bari, another Musa Qala resident, is also disgruntled with the new government.
"Who knows how much they have changed?" he grumbled. "We can’t watch television, we can’t watch the news, and there are other restrictions that upset us."
The Taleban are also taxing local businesses, added Abdul Bari, although he would not disclose the percentage or amount.
The Taleban have allowed some privately-run schools to open.
In Musa Qala, as in much of the rest of Helmand, most schools have been closed due to security concerns. Many schools have been burned, and teachers and schoolchildren have been killed. The mayhem is most often attributed to the Taleban, although they have denied the charges.
"I am now back in school, and very happy," said Faiz Mohammad, a local teacher. "But the schools have been flattened, ruined by the bombs. So I have made my own house into a school. People are very happy, but unfortunately we don’t have desks, chairs, or anything else."
"I love going to school," said sixth-grader Ahmadullah. "I am very happy that I am going to be studying again."
"The Taleban have encouraged us to send our children to school," said Zia ul-Haq, a resident of Musa Qala’s bazaar district. "We are very happy now, because literacy is light and without it a person is blind."
At present, however, most girls are still denied an education. While the Taleban do not publicly oppose girls going to school, they will not allow co-education. Until the situation improves and separate new schools are built, girls will most likely stay at home.
“We are not opposed to education," said a Taleban commander. "We support schools that are in accordance with Afghan culture and Sharia law. Boys and girls should not study together."
He insisted that the Taleban did not close schools to hamper education, and certainly did not burn them. "When schools are closed, it is because they have been bombed or there’s been fighting in the area. And those who burn schools are criminals and anti-Islamic,” he said.
He said the Taleban keep a tight rein on the curriculum. As an example of the kind of schooling they favour, he said, “We like schools that teach ‘A is for Allah’ instead of ‘A is for Anor’ [pomegranate]. Not ‘J is for Jawari’ [maize], but ‘J is for Jihad’."

Sunday, 19 August 2007

i dont know what to write here.

What's the point of life, if the conclusion is death?
What's the point of fate, if the conclusion is death?
What's the point of prayers, if the conclusion is death?
What's the point of hope, if the conclusion is death?

My uncles wedding took place last night, it was a good wedding. the Henna night was even better, it was a lot of fun. Mums side came from all over the world for this occasion- Europe, the States, Australia. it was good fun meeting everyone. i can put faces to the names i heard.

The henna night was held at our house, on the rooftop (what afghans call, the bomm) under a marquee. Food was catered by on of the nicest restaurants in Share Naw (typically very oily). The night was filled with kids running around, ladies laughing, music pumping loud and lots of food. Eventually, the night ended when the power went out (5am) some had left home early, the remaining slept over at our house.

The next morning, it was a skit house. Kids everywhere, women talking real loud in Pashto, the dining room was full. I went to the kitchen and made my own breakfast, eating in my room- in peace. i wasn't up for all this, for some funny reason my jaw was aching the entire weekend. i just wanted to sleep.

Typical of me, i forget about pain once i start partying.

Anyways, the guests left at 10.30am for their houses to prepare for the wedding that night. Mum and a few others left for the Hamaam (yukky). Mum returned, my sisters and i left for the hairdressers. that took forever! we left home at 2pm and returned at 730pm to find that we have no electricity. So, we get dressed in the dark! thankfully our hair and make up was already done!

I didnt like my dress :( so i changed into one of the dresses i bought from back home.
We ended up leaving that night at 8.03pm. At first, all eyes were on my sisters and myself. I felt awkward! Very uncomfortable! moments later my uncle and his newly wed made an entrance.

That's when the party began! Everyone had a great time! it was excellent!

I got home at 2am. Dead tired! And i had work the next day!


Sad news hit me today. My grandfathers cancer has spread to his lungs and liver, he doesn't have much to live at all! I was talking to my cousin on Messenger when she told me the news and broke down in tears (yes in front of my colleagues, but i didn't care). i feel sorry for him, imagine knowing that death is so close. I feel even more sorry for my dad losing his dad.

I can't believe he's going to die, i really dont want to talk about this. so i'm going to leave it here.
Tomorrow the doctors are going to find out how long he has to live. But it's all upto God, he knows better, he's the giver and taker.

Praying for a miracle... ba omideh deedaar, khuda negahdaar.

Fifteen years in jail for love

By Graeme Smith August 18 - Mr. Rahman, in a soft voice, the unravelling of a tale that starts a decade ago with a child fleeing the slums to find his fortune, and the love that lured him into prison. (Globe and Mail)

"Have you ever heard The saddest story in this prison?"

In the crumbling cell blocks of Sarpoza prison, on the western edge of Kandahar city, the question seems impossible to contemplate. This is a place full of terrible stories, some true and others bred in the imagination of men who survive on little but gruel. But the deputy warden, Nadi Gul Khan, has something specific in mind. He looks over at his friend, Mohammed Nader, who nods in agreement. Mr. Nader, thuggish and meaty, serves as an informal boss in Sarpoza's national-security wing. A prisoner from a wealthy family, he has connections that give him influence in the worst corner of the prison, reserved for accused murderers, kidnappers and Taliban insurgents. Many of the convicts here languish in dark cells where chunks of masonry fall from the ceiling as they sleep.

Mr. Nader has a better room, with a bed, a television, and windows that look out on a garden. His cell is swept clean, his dishes washed, and his tea carefully poured by a little man named Abib Rahman. "Yes, it's true," Mr. Nader declares, solemnly. "My tea boy has the saddest story." Tea boys often suffer in places like this, where the role can require working as a sexual servant for other inmates. Maybe that is why the deputy warden feels it necessary to add: "It involves a girl," he says. "It's a love story."

The prison boss summons Mr. Rahman, and he scurries into the room like a hobbit. Everybody else lounges on cushions, but the young man with downcast eyes takes a spot on the floor.

"Tell your story," the deputy warden says. Mr. Rahman obeys, and begins, in a soft voice, the unravelling of a tale that starts a decade ago with a child fleeing the slums to find his fortune, and the love that lured him into prison. He introduces himself as the 22-year-old son of Mir Alam, of the Amirhil tribe, which makes him an ethnic Pashtun like most others here in southern Afghanistan but without any connections to the powerful tribes that hold sway in this region.

He lived in the slums of Kabul until he was 12 years old, he says, when his family sent him to Kandahar in search of work. The Taliban ruled the city in those days, and jobs were scarce. A rich landowner from Panjwai took pity on the child. The farmer promised to pay Mr. Rahman the equivalent of $50 a month, he says, in exchange for menial work in his fields of wheat and grapes southwest of the city.

The boy moved into the farmer's house and spent his days watering the crops, driving a tractor, and tinkering with the irrigation pumps. A year passed. Mr. Rahman started to feel accepted by the family; the daughters didn't cover their faces in his presence. He felt grateful for the work and the shelter, he says, but he grew worried about the fact that he hadn't yet been paid.

"He was like my father," Mr. Rahman says. "It was hard to talk to him about the money." When Mr. Rahman did broach the subject, the farmer was apologetic, saying he had little extra money. But he did have another kind of wealth: His daughters, which are worth about $5,000 each in southern Afghanistan, where brides are regularly purchased with cash, land, or cattle. The farmer said he noticed that Mr. Rahman had grown friendly with one of his daughters. He calculated that it would take the boy eight years to earn the bride-price by working the land, after which he would give permission for them to marry. "She was a year younger than me," he says, remembering her with a shy smile. "We were children together, we knew each other. We were very happy." Afghans usually keep their families hidden from strangers.

Mr. Rahman declines to say his sweetheart's name, or describe her. He says only this: "She is beautiful." More years passed. The girl started wearing a burka, the concealing blue shroud, after she reached puberty. Sweating in the fields added ropy muscles to the young man's frame. He grew a light-brown beard. The teenagers were no longer allowed to meet in private, because of local traditions, but one night the girl visited the young man in secret. She begged him to take her away from her father's house, he says. She claimed that her mother had given her blessings, and she wanted to escape with him to Kabul. She never gave him details about why she wanted to get away from her father. Horrified, the young man refused. He could not betray the man who had protected him like a parent, he says, and Pashtun tradition forbids marriage against a father's wishes.

Still, he says, the daughter persisted. She would often find ways of getting him alone, sometimes only for a minute, to repeat her request. His willpower started to break when he was 20 years old, he says. Eight years had passed and the farmer showed no interest in a wedding. The daughter visited him again one evening, with a variation on her usual plea. This time she brought a bundle of money, 30,000 Pakistani Rupees, or about $520. She had stolen the cash from her father, she said, and she wanted him to buy a motorcycle.

He picked out a red Chinese motorbike a few days later, paid cash, and stashed away the leftover money for their journey. Still, he hesitated. He told the farmer he'd purchased the bike with gift money from his family in Kabul, and the old man seemed pleased, sending him on errands along the dirt tracks that wind like brown streams around the green Panjwai valley. Two months later, he finally worked up the nerve. The daughter packed a few dresses in a bag; he didn't own anything except the clothes he was wearing.

They drove away at night, up the bumpy paths in Panjwai, onto the paved roads that lead through Kandahar. The city teems with traffic by day, but the streets are empty by late evening and noise of their little bike's engine would have echoed down the rows of shuttered shops. They passed under the arched eastern gates of the city and took the northern fork in the road, puttering across the darkened scrublands. Two hours later they reached Qalat, where truckers often stop on their way to Kabul, and hit a police roadblock. I

It was September of 2005, and police were watching the highways carefully in hopes of preventing any disruption of the upcoming parliamentary elections. As usual in this country, the police also used the checkpoints to enrich themselves. Officers told Mr. Rahman it was forbidden to travel by motorcycle to Kabul because the road was too dangerous; instead, they would give him two seats in a shared taxi and hold his bike for safekeeping. The young man had little experience with such situations, and didn't argue with the officers' logic. The young couple squeezed into an overcrowded taxi, a yellow-and-white Japanese sedan, and reached the capital city the next morning. A cold welcome awaited them in Kabul.

Mr. Rahman had not seen his hometown since boyhood, and his parents had died while he was away. His three brothers were still living at home with their wives and children, a total of 16 people crowded into a modest five-room compound in the city's western slums.

The family was scandalized by his attempt to elope. He introduced the 19-year-old as his future wife, and his brother exploded in rage. "My brother said, ‘You don't have a wife! Who is this woman?' " Mr. Rahman says.

His brothers sent word to the Panjwai farmer that they had located his daughter. The landowner arrived quickly, all smiles, ate lunch with the family and spent a night in their home. In the morning he declared himself satisfied with the Rahman family and gave his consent for a wedding, on the condition that his daughter return home so they could prepare for the celebration.

The daughter wept at this news, Mr. Rahman says, because she didn't want to go back. "I knew he was dishonest, but there was nothing I could do," he says. "I tried to argue with him, but I'm not so strong." Mr. Rahman watched his bride loaded into a car, and saw it disappear into the ramshackle slums. He was penniless, with nothing to show for his labour.

His brothers tried to console him: As a healthy young man with no debts, they said, his prospects were good. The regime of President Hamid Karzai had brought prosperity to the capital; surely he could start again in the new Afghanistan. The young man says he knew that returning to Kandahar wasn't a good idea. By promising a wedding, the farmer had taken back his daughter with a face-saving untruth, and everybody involved knew it. Asking the farmer to make good on his promise would only invite trouble. But Mr. Rahman was in love.

He caught a southbound bus a week later, and showed his naivety by stopping in Qalat to inquire with the local police about his motorcycle. In the course of his explanations about the missing bike, Mr. Rahman mentioned the name of his former employer. One of the officers phoned the farmer, Mr. Rahman says, and moments later he found himself under arrest. He spent the following months shuffled from jail to jail, from Qalat to the secret police headquarters in Kandahar, and onwards to the crumbling prison on the west side of the city. He told his story countless times to police interrogators, he says. The formal charge laid against him was kidnapping, but a prosecutor who listened to his story seemed sympathetic and predicted he would be set free within a month. The poor and powerless often fare badly in Kandahar's justice system, however.

Mr. Rahman says the farmer used his tribal connections to influence the case, and he was sentenced to 15 years in jail. The young man goes silent. The prison cell is quiet for a moment, except for the clicking of the deputy warden's prayer beads. Birds sing in the garden. The prison boss stretches his heavy limbs and settles himself back on his bed with a chuckle at his tea boy's misfortune.

Mr. Rahman stares down at his dirty feet. He is asked whether he regrets coming back to chase after his love, and he looks up with a glance that suggests he couldn't have done anything else. "Everything turned out the way I expected," he says.

Tuesday, 14 August 2007

Kandahar, the most heard place of Afghanistan.

Signs of life in Kandahar

Boy was i surprised when i saw the above picture, i had heard that Kandahar is much more advanced than Kabul but i didnt believe it. i continued to believe that Kandahar residential places were similar to that of Kabul villages. I guess not, huh?the photo proved me wrong. Kandahar has become a place which i want to visit. And they say that Kandahari Pashto dialect is the most romantic dialect of Pashto in the country (perhaps something like French).

I've been hit with the flu. i haven't been exposed to cold weather, just walking around shopping in Shar-e-Naw has lead me to getting the flu.

there was a 5 day jirga with Pakistani- Afghan delegates held in Kabul leading the city to traffic jams (as if we dont have enough already) and extra high levels of security, searching Corollas older than 2000. Thankfully, no suicide attacks took place during these events.

Right now, i'm at the office hearing a debate (one person on my left, the other on my right) about designer labels. Wow, never would i have imagined hearing a debate about such a thing in KABUL. One is saying that spending money on designer wear is extravagance and the other is saying that well presentation is much better. I prefer not to get involved. my flu is getting to me

*sniff*

My sisters bday was last night and oh i nearly forgot, mine was 5 days ago. my TWENTY FIRST... i haven't had the chance to celebrate but they held a surprise birthday party for me at the office. so nice! and i got bday presents- perfumes!!

nothing new has been happening, same old at work...

Will update with photoes soon, hope i get better soon *sniff*

Bah omideh deedaar, khuda negahdaar *sniff*

Tuesday, 31 July 2007

Kabul in pictures

School girls- the uniform is the same all over.
Just outside Kabul City Centre (shopping centre), Share Naw

British CF on foot as a child cries on..


this is the most coolest thing ever, on a hot day as your walking on the road and come across cucumbers... mmmm.. look closely, you'll see the knives and the salt. Self serve at it's best, kabul style! This is how one person supports his/her whole family.



Oh do i hate this place or what? it's full of men and extremely crowded. must have a lot of patience for a place like this. not to mention stalkers.










inside Kabul city centre, it's a hotel and shopping centre!!























yep, the cars outnumber the people. this is what they call driving.









Freshly baked bread, the smell makes a full stomach hungry! the beauty about it is that theres a bakery only walking distance from any house.










Afghan jewelry, the best in the world!











Fruit stalls at night, no street lights, so they use the lanterns.












a woman in a chadari...













Years since his death, Masood looks on and is widely loved.














Kabul Serena HOtel... shocked? me too!

















Kabul Serena Hotel- an absolute beauty.
















Monday, 30 July 2007

Wonderful World of DVDs

''For afghans, there's no such thing as being late... 'late' doesnt exist'' NK


(that's so true! no one here walks fast, let alone run. so when i walk fast, ppl think i'm a nut! but Afghans don't walk fast, even if they're running 'late'.)



**Ahem** it's me again, that's if you remember me! Yeah, yeah i know i have been slack. Well not really, I've just been busy with work and life. I have recieved constant demands to continue my blog (Thanks for the support) so here i am writing.


Well i'm pretty sure you've heard the latest happenings in Afghanistan, Kandahar and the Dirty South isn't behaving. Anti-govt elements (AGEs) are constantly attacking. the scary thing is that the Taliban have gained access to SAM (Surface to air missile) and have targeted an international helicopter. What next?


There's an international post available, the pay is good but i'm after the position. i'm not too sure if i should apply, most people are encouraging me. But i can't believe some of the people that are actually JEALOUS if i get that post and are discouraging me. i dont know what to say to them.. it disgusts me.


OH MY GOD... i discovered the wonderful world of DVDs... :-) yep, that means good quality DVDs for like $2US per cd. i bought the entire series of Prison Break2 for $12. And i bought the entire 10 season of friends too. they have the latest movies and everything! i finally found something to spend my money on. there's literally nothing else to spend my cash on! maybe souvenirs.


I'm thinking of buying my mum a washing machine :-) i dont wanna get anything too luxurious because i keep thinking theres no point, we might get bombed and lose everything. but then again, it's part of life.


Since my last post, i've become more accepting (but not conforming to society). i've accepted everything and i tell myself it's only temporary, i'm pretty sure that one day i will reflect on this as a rewarding experience. Australia is always there, i hope! and one day i will return...
Yeah, believe it or not they have limousines here. this is the one we got for my sisters engagement :-)

Monday, 18 June 2007

This is not fair!

Suicide bomber hits Kabul bus as attacks escalate

By Peter Graff and Sayed
Salahuddin, June 17 - A Taliban suicide bomber blew up a police bus in the
Afghan capital on Sunday killing around 35 people, police said, in apparently
the single deadliest bombing to hit Afghanistan since the Taliban were ousted in
2001. (Reuters)
The blast tore apart the bus, wrecked several other vehicles
and scattered body parts in the heart of the city.
"More than 35 are
killed," said Ali Shah Paktiawal, chief of the Kabul police's criminal branch.
"Police officers are among the dead." An Interior Ministry official could not
confirm the death toll, saying around 30 were dead or wounded.
The Interior
Ministry said five of the wounded were foreigners, including two Japanese, a
Korean and two Pakistanis. Earlier reports that foreigners had been killed
proved false.

Eighteen bodies, mostly police officers, and 10 wounded had been taken to
nearby Jamhuriat Hospital, a doctor there said.
There was chaos at the
hospital, where a crowd gathered to check if relatives and friends were among
the dead and injured.
Doctors set up a triage ward in the hospital's front
yard. The body of a police officer lay on the grass, shrouded in a sheet and
surrounded by blood-soaked garments. A male relative wailed into a mobile phone,
while friends tried to console him.
The bomb exploded during the morning
rush hour, at a time when buses are ferrying police officers to their beats.

The wreckage was smeared with blood and flesh. An hour after the blast investigators were still moving through the debris picking up human remains.
Police gave different death tolls, ranging from 21 to 35 dead with scores more wounded who were rushed to hospitals across the capital in wailing ambulances.


Sunday, 17 June 2007

Two bombs in 2 Days in KABUL CITY

I’m in the office right now. To my left there are two of my colleagues going on with the formalities. I have my headphones on, listening to my music. Right now, Pussycat Dolls are playing (not my favourite, but it’s good enough).

DAMN… I heard another explosion just this very second! The windows shattered and it went BOOM.

Okay, it was Wolayat- some place really close to the office. And yes, I’m freaked out! I feel like an idiot because everyone else is so calm and I’m sitting here scared to death.

I called dad to see if he’s okay, he didn’t even hear the explosion.

This is the second one in 2 days in Kabul city! This is not right at all! And another one went off in Mazari Sharif yesterday.

Okay we just got a security report, this morning it was a bomb planted on a bus. So far five INNOCENT civilians have been seen carried away. It’s still way too early to know if they’re dead or injured.

<-- this is studying- Kabul style (on the floor)

Last nights entry:

I’m working on assignments and studying for exams. You would have no clue how I’m coping.n the corner leaning on suitcases, sitting on a bag of clothes and listening to the radio.

Ahesta beroo, maahe mann ahesta beroo.

To me, this song has always been a sad song. It’s the song to which an Afghan bride and groom makes their first entrance as a married couple during their wedding. no smiles. The bride and groom walk in. bride’s eyes are glued to the floor, walking like a zombie while her husband stares straight ahead at nothing in particular.

The song to which many helpless girls take dreaded steps into a horrific new life- forced marriages. I don’t understand the lyrics, but I find it upsetting.

Anyways, today another suicide blast took place. I was at the office (it was my day off, but I went to do some university research) when I got a security alert. I’ve been anticipating it. Four dead and four injured. The suicide bomber was aiming for the ISAF convoy but killed innocent people instead. ISAF immediately reacted, shooting and killing one. People have started demonstrating, and I’m freaked out that our offices may be targeted like last time- it was set on fire.

It’s just not fair at all for the Afghan people!

And I feel like a complete idiot, not being able to do anything except pick up after them once they lose their family members.

Not good enough!

My sister’s engagement party is coming up soon. I don’t know why, but I would rather spend the money on something more productive like helping the poor and needy. But it’s up to her. I just don’t like the idea of $20 000 weddings/engagement parties when there are people dying right next door.

Ironically, I get a lecture from my grandfather about excessive spending on clothes- something he called a waste!

Work is going well. I’ve taken a more serious approach, I don’t tolerate no rubbish from anyone. I don’t get along with most of the nationals so I just hang out with the internationals. They really look out for me, and I really appreciate it! They give me advise when I really need it and I know they won’t be taking advantage of me at all. Unfortunately, our locals aren’t like that. And I’m not willing to sacrifice anything.
With the locals and nationals- ITS PURE BUSINESS!

Anyways, I gotta head back to my assignment it’s nearly 10pm and I haven’t gotten anything done, I just hope the power doesn’t go off.

Ba omideh deedaar… khuda negahdaar

Monday, 11 June 2007

If I had a wish...

if i had a wish
that one wish would be
to bring you nothing but happiness
throughout eternity
if i had wings like an eagle
i'd fly high up in the air
to be above you at all times
and keep you from despair
if i could write a song
the lyrics would be of you
you wouldn’t hear no lies
but everything that is true
if i could go back in time
i'd go without looking back
to change what i did wrong
and set things on the right track
but baby, im only human
and the only thing i can really do
is take the love thats in my heart
and give it all to you... NK


I haven't been blogging for a while now, maybe it's because of work and since I've had no internet connection at home.

So why am i blogging now? Because i feel really down. I miss my friends and my home- Australia. I'm going through an identity crisis, i'm looking for myself but i can't seem to find me. I never knew i'd go through something like this. But believe it or not i don't feel like i belong here. the people are completely different.

i had a few international colleagues speak to me about office issues and the atmosphere. they were really nice about it, they explained the differences and how i should be or shouldn't be around people here. TRUST doesn't exist in this place! They told me i should go out with them. i wish i was allowed.

I've decided i'm not going to leave work for lunch because i've been warned that people will follow me.

I'm at work so i better log off...


ba omideh deedaar, khuda negahdaar

Monday, 28 May 2007

The Father of the Taliban

Hmmm... I was wondering where it all stems from.. read on, i found it very interesting!

An Interview with Maulana
Sami ul-Haq

The Jamestown Foundation (May 23, 2007)
By Imtiaz Ali

Maulana Sami ul-Haq is the director and chancellor of Pakistan's famous
madrassa, Darul uloom Haqqania, Akora Khattak. He has served in this post since
the death of his father, Maulana Abdul ul-Haq, the founder of the madrassa, in
1988. Darul uloom Haqqania is where many of the top Taliban leaders, including
its fugitive chief, Mullah Omar, attended. It is widely believed that the
madrassa was the launching pad for the Taliban movement in the early 1990s,
which is why Sami ul-Haq is also called the "Father of the Taliban." Besides
running his madrassa, Maulana Sami has a long political history as a religious
politician. He was among the founders of Pakistan's Muttahida Muttahida
Majlis-e-Amal (MMA) coalition of six Islamic religious parties. He recently
spoke with Jamestown analyst Imtiaz Ali.

Imtiaz Ali: During the Russian invasion, the students from your
madrassa were traveling to Afghanistan to fight, after which most of them were
eventually inducted as governors and administrators in the Taliban government.
Is the same thing continuing today? Are you still sending people to Afghanistan
for jihad?

Maulana Sami ul-Haq: No, there were not only Taliban who took part in
jihad. This is an incorrect assumption, which needs correction. After the
Russian invasion of Afghanistan, people from all walks of life went to
Afghanistan for jihad. Students from colleges and universities went more than
madrassa students.

IA: But it is an undeniable fact that students who graduated from your
madrassa played a significant role in the establishment of the Taliban regime.

SH: Well, the Taliban were busy in their studies when the factional
wars in Afghanistan reached their climax. Naturally, when the leaders could not
make it, the students had to come to the rescue of the war-torn country. Thus,
the Taliban rushed back to rescue their country from the factional fighting.
Similarly, when America attacked Afghanistan in late 2001, the same event
happened—it is understandable that when infidels attack a Muslim country, then
it is the duty of every Muslim to defend it. Maulana Sufi Muhammad of
Tehreek-e-Nafaz-e-Shariat- e-Mohammadi (TNSM) also took thousands of people for
jihad, which was a commendable action. The U.S. attack on Afghanistan was a
clear act of aggression and terrorism. But when someone rises up against U.S.
aggression, then he is called a terrorist. It is a strange and illogical
philosophy.

IA: There were reports that the Taliban leadership had called for fresh
reinforcements in connection with its spring offensive in Afghanistan. Is this
true?

SH: These are just baseless reports. Had they called upon the madrassa
students, they would have called us for the reinforcements or at least we would
know. The Taliban are not that organized. They are living in caves. They lack
proper communication and logistics systems, and that is why they do not want new
recruits. The Afghans themselves have risen up and they are fighting against
American and NATO forces.

IA: If they would ask you for help, what would be your reaction?

SH: They would never ask us. We ourselves have not sent students before
nor will we send them now. It is not our madrassa policy to do so.

IA: What would you call the situation in Afghanistan? Is that jihad?

SH: When the red forces of the Soviet Union entered Afghanistan, it was
a war of independence and we all agreed that it was jihad. Even the United
States had said that the Russians must be ousted from Afghanistan. When Russia
left, the United States committed the same aggression. So, the situation is the
same. One infidel force replaced another. No difference at all. Whether it is
Russia or America, it is a jihad.

IA: Some analysts call it a Pashtun uprising. What do you think?

SH: It is neither a Pashtun uprising or a Persian one, or a Sunni
uprising or a Shiite. In fact, the Afghan nation has risen up against the
invaders—the United States and its allies. It is a war of independence. After
the fall of the Taliban regime, the Afghan people remained quiescent for two
years to see if any positive change would come into their lives. But they did
not see anything that was promised to them at the time of the collapsing Taliban
regime and that is why they started this revolt against the occupied forces. It
is now a war of independence for all Afghans. They want to get rid of the
U.S.-led occupation forces. Terming it only a Pashtun uprising is a completely
incorrect assumption.

IA: Do you not consider the Karzai-led government in Afghanistan a
Muslim government?

SH: We have nothing to do with the Islam of Karzai. It is not our
business to issue a decree about him being Muslim or non-Muslim. We just want an
end to the suffering of the Afghan people. We ask the current Afghan rulers to
start negotiations with the Taliban and other jihadi forces to pave the way for
a durable peace in the war-torn country.

IA: It does not matter to you, then, if there is a Karzai-led
government or the Taliban, just as long as it is an Afghan government?

SH: We say that there should be no foreign interference in Afghanistan,
and the Afghans themselves should come up with a solution. All the factions—the
leaders, the Taliban, the jihadi forces—should come forward and work together
for peace. They should decide their fate in the absence of foreign interference.
But I firmly believe that there is no chance for peace and stability in
Afghanistan until the presence of foreign troops is removed.

IA: What are your thoughts on the flow of fighters between Afghanistan
and Pakistan over the Durand Line?

SH: Like I said earlier, it is an Afghan uprising against foreign
invaders and it has nothing to do with cross-border terrorism and the flow of
fighters from Pakistan.

IA: Why, then, has the government decided to fence and plant mines on
the Pakistani side of the border? Do you approve of that?

SH: I oppose this plan because the Pashtun nation on both sides of the
border shares cultural, racial and religious values. Their lives are
intertwined. They are all Muslims. They are one nation. Fencing the border will
not solve the problem. The main reason behind the tension on the Pakistan-Afghan
border is the presence of U.S.-led foreign troops in Afghanistan. The day they
leave Afghanistan, there will be no tension at all.

IA: With the ban on foreign students' admission in the religious
seminaries in 2003 by the government, has enrollment of the students changed in
your madrassa?

SH: That ban is a total violation of our fundamental rights. People
from here go to the United States and the United Kingdom for studies. Similarly,
students from other countries come to Pakistan for education. That was a kind of
service we were providing to the Muslim students from other countries. But this
ban is an unconstitutional, inhumane and unlawful act. The government has taken
this step only to appease the United States and its other Western masters. It is
a shame for us because India is a secular country, but has been issuing visas to
students from all Muslim countries who want to come to India for education.

IA: But there have been accusations that terrorists are being trained
here in the madrassas.

SH: This is nothing more than an example of the perpetual propaganda
against the madrassa system. This is what we have been hearing, but so far no
one has produced any solid evidence.

IA: The mystery has always been shrouded by the lack of an audit of the
money being received by madrassas, correct?

SH: We are not bound by the government to audit our funding system
because they do not give us any money. First, let them give us funds for running
our madrassas and then we will let them have their audit. Why are they taking
pains when they are not giving us a penny? Only those who give us financial
support have the right to audit our funds. We have our system of donations and
we do not accept any donations from the government. I also want to make it clear
that we keep a record of all our donations and funding. The funding is being
registered and we prepare annual reports and then those reports are printed
along with the names of the donors.

IA: Who gives you the donations for running this big madrassa?

SH: Common Muslims. And the majority of the funding comes from the
poorer classes of society. They know that madrassas are the forts of Islam and
the students in madrassas are the real guardians of Islam. God's religion is
flourishing in the madrassas. These people cut their meager domestic budget and
give us donations. This is how they express their love of Allah almighty and
save the integrity of these madrassas.

IA: Is Musharraf validated in meddling with religious issues
considering he is supposed to be the leader of a secular government?

SH: He has been doing all this just to appease the United States and
his other Western masters.

IA: To what extent could a nuclear Iran pose a potential threat to the
strength of Pakistan?

SH: Iran is not a threat to Pakistan at all. Iran is giving the United
States a tough time in the region and seems quite determined to acquire nuclear
power status. Muslims all over the world are happy about this move because there
should be someone who has the courage to demonstrate the religious strength to
look into the eyes of the United States. We support Iran. Besides, we would not
allow the Pakistani leadership to toe the U.S. line in dealing with Iran, as
they have done in the case of Afghanistan.

IA: There has been speculation that Iran has ambitions for a "Shiite
Crescent" in the Middle East. What is your opinion of this?

SH: This is U.S. propaganda aimed at dividing the strength of Muslims.
The Shiite-Sunni issue has been created by the United States just to hide its
failure in Iraq and to achieve its goals in the Middle East. Besides, the United
States is also creating poisonous propaganda against Iran for intervening in
Iraq's affairs just to malign its position in the world community. It is
baseless. I was in Iran two months ago where I held meetings with the top
Iranian leadership. I urged them to counter U.S. propaganda and try to satisfy
Kurds, Arabs and Sunnis. I clearly told them that if you [Iran] need the support
of the whole Muslim ummah, then you have to garner support against the United
States, not only from Shiites but also from Sunnis.

IA: What do you think of Lashkar-e-Jangvi, TNSM and other jihadi
outfits in Pakistan?

SH: Lashkar-e-Jangvi and similar organizations are the continuity of
the Kashmir problem. These jihadi forces were patronized by the Pakistani
intelligence agency, the ISI, with full state support for their activities in
Kashmir. But when Pakistan came under immense pressure, then this whole drama
was wrapped up and that is why a ban was put on these jihadi organizations. It
is all a dictated policy from the West.

IA: What do you think about the latest spate of suicide bombings in
Pakistan?

SH: This is not a surprise. This new suicide phenomenon in Pakistan is
the direct outcome of the government's policies, particularly the unjust
military operations in the tribal belt along the Afghan border. Today, Pakistani
forces are at the highest level of danger and risk due to the flawed policies of
General Musharraf in the name of fighting the so-called war on terror. This is
what I had forewarned about in the past, that if the government did not stop
these unjust military operations, then attacks on military posts and violence
would not be confined to the tribal areas, but will spread to the rest of the
country. Today, you see that this is happening.

IA: Do you think that suicide attacks are fair?

SH: The bombers would not ask us to confirm whether it is fair or
unfair. It is better you ask this question to the suicide bombers, whose family
members have been killed and houses have been bombed. They themselves decided
what they had to do. They would not ask any mullah. But they do think that they
will go straight to paradise.

IA: Who do you think these bombers are?

SH: They are young and emotional Muslims. When they see that their
leaders have surrendered to the United States and its allies, then they do not
see any other way out except for the option of suicide bombing. Among them are
students of modern universities who see how the Western powers are destroying
Muslims around the world. Suicide bombing is an international phenomenon now.
These young people do not receive any suicide training or motivation in a
madrassa or a mosque. They watch it on their TVs—the dead bodies of Muslim
brothers. They see that Muslims are being killed in various part of the world.
When they see these atrocities, they go their own way. If the international
community wants to put an end to this kind of activity, it is high time for them
to ponder solutions to issues like Palestine, Iraq and Kashmir.

IA: Besides your madrassa role, how do you see your role as a
politician in the political field?

SH: My role is very clear as a madrassa teacher as it is as a
politician. I want a true Islamic system in Pakistan. That is my simple goal.
The current Pakistani system of governance was introduced by the British Raj,
which means we are still enslaved by that colonial legacy. Our economy,
education and judicial system stem from the same exploitative British rule. I
want to introduce real Sharia, which was implemented by the four caliphs of
Islam.

IA: Will you support Musharraf in the upcoming presidential elections?

SH: We have not yet decided about the upcoming elections. But I think
they will be a fraud and a futile exercise in the name of democracy. Elections
are part of democracy, but here they have become a fraud. In my 37-year career
as a politician, I have seen a particular group of politicians from a particular
group of families ruling this country. They have made their own dynasties. Since
the creation of Pakistan, they have just been replacing one another, with no big
change in policies. I am in favor of a bloodless revolution, which would
completely overhaul the existing system. I just wonder, how can a democracy
flourish in the shadow of a military uniform? The present one is a shame of a
democracy.

IA: Do you think that with his support for the war on terror,
Musharraf's popularity has increased or decreased at home?

SH: Absolutely decreased. First, look at the declining popularity of
President Bush in his own country. So, how can Musharraf be popular for his role
in the so-called war on terror? The reports about his increasing popularity are
just rubbish.

IA: Will Musharraf be able to maintain control over Pakistan?

SH: Well, people are not happy with what he is doing here in Pakistan.
The overwhelming majority of the masses are opposing his policies, particularly
the much talked about "enlightened moderation." After bringing changes to the
Hudood laws, now his government might soon amend the blasphemy laws. But he does
not understand that the Pakistani people will sacrifice their lives on the issue
of blasphemy. All these actions demonstrate his unpopularity among the masses.

IA: Is an Islamic revolution a possibility in Pakistan's future?

SH: Anything is possible. But the most important thing to keep in mind
is that the motive behind the creation of Pakistan was the establishment of an
Islamic state for the Muslims of India. Establishment of Sharia is the logical
conclusion of Pakistan's creation.

IA: How do see yourself and your role in the next 10 years, and how can
you contribute to the peaceful revolution you mentioned earlier?

SH: I'll see how events unfold in the future. However, I'm optimistic
that after 10 years, the whole Muslim ummah will have awakened from its deep
slumber; Pakistan is no exception. I think that the vast majority of Pakistanis
will not tolerate what is going on here as silent spectators. Here is also a
lesson for the United States: to learn from what happened to the former
superpower the USSR. It should address the problems of the world in a positive
way and address the sense of deprivation being created in the people of this
region and especially in the Muslim ummah. Things have drastically changed. With
the way they [the United States and its Western allies] inflict cruelties and
damages on the Muslim ummah, there will be a strong response. Now, the Muslims
have awakened. It is time for the United States to act responsibly. Otherwise,
there will be tit-for-tat attacks.

IA: Do you think that the suicide bombing phenomenon is a kind of
awakening?

SH: Look, if you kick a sleeping man, he will not only wake but will
also resist. So, yes, suicide bombing is an awakening. Tell me, where did the
concept of suicide bombing in Pakistan come? We had not heard about any suicide
bombings in the more than two decades of the Afghan conflict. But this is a new
and unbeatable discovery which some Muslim youth have found as an answer to the
cruelties and damages being inflicted on the Muslim ummah.

IA: Can Western governments have a healthy relationship with Pakistan
through foreign aid or development work?

SH: The first step is sovereignty and respect, and only then can
foreign aid work. Until the United States and the West respect the sovereignty
of Muslim countries and stop their aggression and atrocities, nothing will work.