I fell into the fire and burned my broken hand!
On Monday, 8th of Arch, around 4:30 pm, the Mehrbani Group met with Mr. Waqar Akbari, who was the group’s guide to the houses of three needy families, on a 20-meter mystical promise. The money was from passers-by. He was worried and upset. he called out. He came to the car window. Mrs. Heidari asked, “What’s wrong, dear?” He began to explain in a sad and anxious voice. My husband was a security force in the district. Balkh Province. He was seriously wounded in the war. When the Taliban came, we fled to Kabul. We couldn’t admit him to the public hospital for fear!
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Mrs. Heidari asked him to ride to her house. He said let me call my sister too! She is the breeze. Nasime is about twenty years old and her sister Nasiba is fifteen. The older sister felt pain in her back. Both were asking people for help, mostly covering their faces to avoid being recognized.
We arrived near their house. The door was closed. Nasime said her husband paints boots in Kote Sangi. The key to the gate was in the house of an acquaintance in the next alley, which they each came to pick up early. They put it there so it doesn’t get lost on the streets! Their house is a room on the second floor of a newly built building and is shady and very cold! Nasime’s 15-year-old sister is in the same room with them!
There was a carpet, a rug, a number of dishes and a five-kilogram gas capsule in the corner of the room to prepare their food if they had it at night! These items were given to them by a benefactor who prayed for them every moment.
She brought all her husband’s documents. Tazkira and medical examination documents of Habibullah. For Habibullah’s treatment, he said he had borrowed 50,000 Afghanis from a man in Balkh a month ago on interest, which he had to repay in five installments; For every one thousand afghanis, fifty afghanis more! Ms. Heidari asked how much money you collect daily from the streets. Return his small money bag, there was no more than thirty or fifty afghanis in it, today from morning till night!
Nasime said some people advise us even though they don’t understand our situation. Some people curse and .
When Ms. Heidari said she was trying to get you fuel for the winter, Nasime begged you to give her the money to pay off our debt; We endure the cold! What if we don’t get the money in a few days?! Confusion and confusion rippled throughout his being! Nasime herself had fallen from the stairs and had severe back pain. When we were waiting outside for the key, he was shivering with back pain and cold and his teeth were chattering!
A brief assistance was provided with a strong order from Mrs. Heidari that you two ladies should not go to the streets anymore, especially your teenage sister, who is not good at all in this chaotic city! And how old was Nasime herself?! And if they don’t, where will they get the money?!
This day was a former security force who had sacrificed his life for the security of the people and now his young wife and sister-in-law were asking people for money on the streets!!! Their priority was not dinner or staying safe from the cold, but repaying the loan! It was getting dark when the group left Nasime and her sister’s house.
Since that evening, their souls have been burning with the sad story of Nasime in this property!!!
As if the breeze of pain blows on the soul of the city!
I fell into the fire and burned my broken hand!
– Names are pseudonyms.
This post is written by Annemari10