THE HELL, I WISH I WASN’T BORN IN.

Somewhere in some part of this huge universe; while I mourn over my ceaseless annihilation – at the very same time, I hear around 110 people have been killed in one single bomb last yesterday and around 200 others are cretically injured.

This is the story of yesterday only. There is almost no single day that ends without bomb blast and bloodshed. And the innocent people have to pay the price of the religious politics. And those cowards in power, silently watch it or condemn.

These unexplainable grief and miseries are caused by these brutal broodings who pass their stupid decree to say who are the good Muslims and who are not. And who are good humans and who are not. Forgetting their own dirty act of inhumanity.

I feel really cursed sharing my feeling of sorrow and extending my condolences to my friends and relatives. I wish I haven’t been born in a country called ‘Afghanistan’. I wish, I never knew a country which is worst than hell. A true hell where more than 500 people have been killed only in one week. Knowing for sure that I might have been one of victims today or the other day, If I was not here today.

But the amount of pain is still the same. Everyone losses his/her life is as painful as of losing my own life. For each one is like my eyes and shoulders. Losing an eye is like losing the vision. And losing a shoulder is like losing the strength to bread.

I’m feeling so sorry and saddened for the victims of yesterday’s terrorist attack. I feel really sorry for those families who have lost their loved ones.

May these brutal politicians also experience this bitter taste of pain and suffering.

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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