Generations have gone and there has been a lot of history made In my family. Imagine a perfect day turning to the worst nightmare in a person’s life. Well that is the story of Afghanistan and what happened to my family. A great war leaves the country with three armies - "an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves”, German Proverb helped explain the pain of a mother in Afghanistan.
The war has started and taken many lives and destroyed many houses. The country known as Afghanistan getting destroyed by the Taliban’s right in front of my mom. There is no way for her newborn to survive all the noises like bombs rocket at midnight. That newborn was my sister Sadaf. She had to get away from all of that and had nobody to help her, but her sons because her husband dying at a young age.
Well the way that poem goes a war leaves an army of thieves. That is what exactly that was going to be next. It was a regular war day and it was about to be dark. There was a red sky because of the sunset. My elder brother whom where in about their forties at the time were at work and on their way home. Suddenly, with a roaring noise we heard a gun which sounded like it was very close. I was too young to understand it, but my mom witnessed a group of men rushing towards our house. They were those robbers that a brutal war dragged to Afghanistan. We all were in a room and all of us had to hide because they would have killed us. But they took what they wanted and everybody was safe. After that my mom couldn’t live in Afghanistan because of too much fear.
In a place where women do not have any power at all she took her kids to a better place in Pakistan. She took us from a place that there was a lot of bloodshed to a place where there was no humanity they were all like pigs. People over there could have done anything and if rich, nothing would happen to them as long as they paid the cops a little. Money started to become a problem and it wasn’t any better there. The education wasn’t any better. Now she had to feed her kids in place where she didn’t even know the language.
As a perfect place turns into a person’s nightmare it can also turn back. Well that day came when she went and applied to go to the United States so she can get freedom and peace from the entire thing going on in those hell wholes. Something magical happened that day and she got approved to come to the United States of America. Most moms’ dreams are that their kids would grow up with a good education and live great lives full of happiness. Hers was the same and that nightmare was turning into something beautiful.
People may think that now all of her problems were over, but it never ends. She Again faced challenges of learning the language. She got cancer and had to go to Seattle to get cured and she did. Now she can’t work because she is disabled and the welfare isn’t treating her very well. But now at least she doesn’t have to worry about her kid’s safety. Now at last she can do whatever she wants without fearing that she is a girl. This was how a nightmare turned to something beautiful. Generations of war has gone we need to make this a better place just as the Americans did with my mom.
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