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My Moment of Heroism
Morning rolled around. After having breakfast with my uncle, I headed towards Jalalabad bus station in Kabul. I sat in the rear seat of a wagon. A man with grubby clothes, long hair, dirt-caked hands, wearing a big baggy vest with swollen pockets, lines etched into his tanned face, creases framed his eyes and his mouth, came aboard and sat next to me. His face was pale and his eyes were frightened, like the eyes of a hunted animal. In…
A Small Adventure
(Note: This is the first post by Hameed. Get used to it!) I have an American friend named Jeremy. He is my Pashto language student as well. Our friendship is very tight, and it goes beyond the teaching. One day, Jeremy asked me to travel to Kabul with him because of security problems and to help with translation on the way from Jalalabad to Kabul. I agreed to his suggestion. It was a bright Thursday morning of humid summer, promising heat,…
What’s NORMAL anyway?
NORMAL anyway?">Words are powerful. Â You read them and they paint a picture. The problem is, some things are hard to describe, our contexts are too different. Humans have an amazing capacity to adapt, and we have already adapted. You’ve seen some pictures and some videos. Â We’ll keep those coming. Once a week, I’ll try to write a longer post. Â Lou and I have been here a week now and it’s time to share more fully. It’s challenging to backtrack this process of…