Life was a blessing before the Taliban. This was our new hangout place in Panjshir. This river side was consciously separated for males and females to enjoy swimming.

I distinctly remember my first time here, it was beautiful, calm and felt like paradise. We were enjoy ourselves swimming, chatting, taking pictures and videos. We could even spot little fishes swim with us.
While my sisters, mom, aunt and relatives were swimming in the river, I was sitting at a corner being grateful for this life, the nature around me and for Panjshir.

I would have been swimming but the water was too cold for me and I don’t know how to swim so the excuse of water being too chilly 🥶 worked well for me. 🙈

While I was sitting at the corner I realized Panjshir is not only a province for me ,it is a feeling. A feeling because we have seen so much and fought through so much. I have seen my family fight and being martyred at the frontline against the USSR and the Taliban in the 90’s.

Unfortunately with the forced occupation of the Taliban once again,my family is fighting along other brave Afghans for a free Afghanistan and don’t want the country to surrender to unjust and a terrorist group.

Well, this post isn’t about only Panjshir or my family fighting against the Taliban, it is about the pain, loss, helplessness and anger every Afghan is going through right now.
I can only share about Panjshir but I am sure every corner of Afghanistan has millions of stories to share.