Tag Archives: Bamyan

Final Thoughts

I pulled at an intricately woven, pale-blue burkha – on a handmade doll.  It was a gift Shuhada gave me at my going away party, replete with Afghan pastries and far too generous of thank yous.  My time in Afghanistan … Continue reading

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Band-e-Amir

We pushed against the peddles of a pink, swan-shaped paddleboat, adrift in startlingly blue snowmelt. As we neared the edges of the lake, to rest in its shadows, I reached out to touch the rough rocks.  In the seamless quiet … Continue reading

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Ruins of the Red City

The remains of Shahr-e-Zohak, a citadel that once protected Bamyan, are carved out of a red mountain. Dating back to the 6th century, the Red City has since seen the death of a grandson of Genghis Khan, the invasion of … Continue reading

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Dusk in Bamyan

The drive back to Bamyan City from Panjob occurred in slow motion. One of our cars had died – causing the men to argue back and forth in an attempt to breathe life back into the vehicle with hot air. … Continue reading

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Shrubs

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After Hours

“When the Najibullah government told me to fight the Mujahideen, I left. I picked up a gun, and fought with the Mujahideen!” Mr. Omar said over dinner, his mouth full of chicken. His face was marked with age, but his … Continue reading

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Shells of Development

I stared at a shell of a building. An Afghan flag, hung from a wooden pool, flapped in the breeze. The wind kicked up dust that settled in the bit of my hair left uncovered by my headscarf. We’d spent … Continue reading

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