A week ago on Sunday, Taliban forces were able to hold parts of the central city of Kabul hostage from about 1 PM until some time the next morning. Eventually the Afghan Army, with some support from NATO, killed most of the fighters who’d been firing from buildings near the Parliament and other prominent offices. Civilian deaths occurred, but could have been far greater according to the western press. The intelligence failure has been explained away by pointing out the instances in which intelligence has prevented attacks. NATO’s plan to prepare a national force capable of protecting national and international institutions appeared to be working.
From inside some of the thousands of compounds in Kabul where the sounds of attacks and counter-attacks echoed, the mood was different. Family returning home reported seeing dead bodies in the street. A young woman was frustrated to find that her bank was not open that day due to “computer problems.” Upon returning home, she learned that minutes after her leaving the bank, attackers were using it to fire from. She’d escaped harm by minutes.
The power was off. The night was filled with the sound of missles. Fear traveled from friend to friend by cell. What would the morning bring? My friend awoke five times in the night sure the Taliban would be in control again by sunrise.
We spoke two days later. She brought up books she’s reading, progress and setbacks with university applications, and my post on the Amish. Only after these did we get to Sunday’s hours of terror. “This time was different,” she said. It was more threatening because the Taliban were firing on the most important buildings and called this just the beginning.
A young person is studying and building her future while her country trembles under her feet. Being female, with an overthrow of the national government, she will lose all she has worked for. As a member of the minority Muslim faith in Afghanistan, the minority prosecuted, hunted down and murdered by the Taliban in the 1990’s, she knows she could witness this and lose her life. Yet, it does not consume her. Her work continues, her studies, her plans. Her dreams may splinter apart in nightmare, but my friend is the same bright, hopeful, hard-working individual she has always been.
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