Hope in War Ruins 0

‘Darul Aman’,

was supposed to mean ‘Abode of Peace’,

but it became a charred caricature

of Man’s repetitive use of bullets, rockets, tanks,

bombs and ancient fire

to secure money,

and seize power.

Here, King Amanullah and Queen Soraya

dreamt of a ‘modern’ Afghanistan,

not knowing that almost a century later,

Tufan, Su’ood, Amir, Nemat, Matin and Nisar

 came to record its wounds and ask,

“What abode?

Where’s the peace?”

 Hope in War Ruins 1

Their strong heart-beats

constantly grasp

for a measure of calm,

in a colonized city

of shattered pulse and vista.

 Hope in War Ruins 2

Confronted with an intractable present,

 they ask a universal question,

“What can we do?”

Imagine a new direction,

and without winking,

venture a leap!

 Hope in War Ruins 3

But how can reconciliation begin

if the old hasn’t healed,

if there aren’t hands

to hold values other than weapons?

Not someone else’s hand.

Our hands.

 Hope in War Ruins 4

It’s hard for Nisar to describe life under

the 24-hour, million-dollar spying ‘blimps’;

they feel utilized, intruded into, objectivized, mechanized.

That’s why they propose

the preventative and personal security

of friendship.

 Hope in War Ruins 5

When we put barbs on wires,

we separate,

we call on fear,

we divert opponents to even more violent ways

to invade.

The foursome leaned on each other,

and mutually affirm their human instincts,

“We have no borders.”

 Hope in War Ruins 6

Tolstoy’s war and peace,

Orwell’s war is peace….

“No,” the youth defy,

“War is War.

We are Peace.”

We need to be clear.

 Hope in War Ruins 7

Of course Tufan wonders

if we can untangle what we built.

If fighting is our tendency,

why aren’t families killing one another

across the world?

We mustn’t shrink from the responsibility

that war is a choice

requiring much scheming and funding.

We can hence choose to abolish it.

 Hope in War Ruins 8

When Amir visited Bamiyan recently,

he heard that Hazaras like him

are falsely pitted against Tajiks like Nisar.

We should place the science of our shared human genome

on every politician’s table:

Humans are 99.9% similar.

 Hope in War Ruins 9

The morning light which bounced off my stained lens

covered Su’ood’s countenance,

but could not hide

his need to recover

composure.

War stains permanently.

It tears the picture.

 Hope in War Ruins 10

Overlooking a main road near the American University

where at least 16 were recently killed,

we felt frustrated about

the vision which the royal Amanullahs

may have had for humanity.

How have we become blind to evidence?

 Hope in War Ruins 11

With an outstretched heart,

Nemat is overcoming his father’s recent demise,

and his own undiagnosed limp.

He forms circles,

and participates in community.

Once, he said, “I see that I’m not alone.”

 Hope in War Ruins 12

They stood abreast,

inter-connected.

Not one of them was haughty.

They smiled,

and basked in the delight of alignment.

It is fine that picket lines are

a balancing act,

naturally imperfect, and un-straight.

 Hope in War Ruins 13

Where are the oases?

Where have all the flowers gone?

They quickly left the small, freshly wet plot,

out of respect to the gardeners,

the uncles who have

toiled as if in a desert

full of thirst.

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How will the youth live,

where many governments are failing

despite their machinery, money and masks?

Person by person,

thought by thought,

they can refuse hate,

and refute norms.

Today, the normal kills.

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Their sense of camaraderie,

an ease,

a different spirit,

surrounded the ruins,

and while historical artifacts

have become information that no longer enlighten,

the youth can stand tall

by being one another’s teachers.

 Hope in War Ruins 16

Like many in war zones elsewhere,

out of the war rubble which Power throws away,

they look up,

they should look in,

they can breathe.

I’m so proud of them.

NB – The photos named “Hope in War Ruins 1, 2, 6, 10 and 15” are by Muqadisa. The others are by Hakim.

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