For
a few days, I am sharing my room with a colleague from another province, a
university-educated woman in her twenties living in the southern province of
Ghazni. She is a Hazara, a member of the ethnic group who has suffered the
worst of the Taleban brutality and discrimination; long before the Taleban
rule, however, the Hazara were considered second-class people, good only for
working as servants and unqualified manual labourers.
Below are the impressions and thoughts of a young western woman working with a foreign NGO in Afghanistan. Often, the posts will be raw and unfiltered, as I am struggling to make sense of the things I hear and see around me. I mean to find the peaces (not the “peace”, as there is never just one peace), the beauty, the diversity of a society which has long been presented to us as a backwards haven for religious fanatics and violence. Readers are encouraged to help with pertinent comments.
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Monday, 12 December 2011
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