“Love letters from Kabul – on friends”
A fairer life for all
Dear friends and fellow human beings,
21st December, 2012 ( Gregorian calendar )
1st Jadi, 1391 ( Afghan calendar )
I got angry with my close friend, Hakim, again.
So, I wrote him a note:
Dear Hakim Jan,
Today, I will leave ( leave Kabul for Bamiyan ) because we have had problems with each other many times. I am sorry. I hope one day I can come to meet you again. Hakim Jan, my heart broke, no more tears in my eyes. No more Abdulhai here in Kabul. No more sitting together. No more talking about the meaning of life. All of this work that you and I did was like a dream. Tonight the dream changed. I hope the tears can come again to my eyes. I had hoped to love others but I could not. I had wanted to change, but it was like a dream, like toys that kids play with.
While I was crying, I told Hakim that I did not love him, a few times, and I kept crying.
Perhaps, war robs us of all friends.
Sometimes I feel that getting along with the other youth in the Afghan Peace Volunteers’ community takes a lot of effort. But yet sometimes I think that trying to love others is meaningful and worthwhile.
I can’t quite decide if I’ll return to Kabul.
Abdulhai’s note to Hakim
Muzhda, Walina and Wajia are my friends. The other day, Muzhda insulted Wajia and Wajia cried.
I agree with Wajia that hurtful words shouldn’t leave the mouth of a friend, because hurtful words make people cry.
Later, Muzhda and Wajia reconciled with one another, as friends do. I think that among friends, all problems can be resolved.
How nice it would be if friends always gave each other warm hugs!
Watch Samia and her friends talk about friendship
If the international community could see Abdulhai and Samia and every Afghan as human beings who can be wonderful friends, the U.S./NATO coalition would not be able to extend the war for one second more.
Wars not only rob us of friends, they manufacture distrust, anger and hate at a dehumanizing profit.
Abdulhai’s and Samia’s love for their family and friends seals my conviction that love is not exclusive to any human being, to any ethnic group, to any economic class, or to any faith.
Love is borderless.
Abdulhai and I often talk about this, and we’ve been testing love’s limits; it isn’t easy, but breaking borders, starting from within ourselves, isn’t an easy vision.
Painted on the signboard at Bamiyan Peace Park, which the Afghan Peace Volunteers had a hand in developing, is the Afghan Peace Volunteers’ hope in brush strokes of Dari, “Even a little of our love is stronger than the war of the worlds.” This means organizing, persevering, questioning, imagining, staying true and resisting with every little bit of love we can harness together, because our global norms today are neither peaceful nor fair.
“Dear Abdulhai, we should not just sit together, and not just discuss the meaning of life. We should work, listen, laugh and find the courage to cry. I’ve learnt from you that listening, laughing and crying can all be forms of resistance to the status quo that erodes our souls.”
“Abdulhai, love is much larger than the sum of all of us. Please come back to Kabul.”
Hakim with Abdulhai in Kabul
Abdulhai, Samia and Hakim