Life in Afghanistan and an unplanned
flight to freedom - Part 4
Unbelievable Outcomes
Mazar-I-Sharif is a northern
city in border with Tajikistan and Uzbekistan. It is a small city
with a beautiful and famous shrine and mosque, the grave in
the center of the shrine belongs to the fourth Khalifa of Islam. The city
had a peaceful atmosphere; it was very crowded, all the shops were
open . The lights
of the shops, cars, and the houses made the view very different. I had been
a long time since we had electricity in the capital city, so everything seemed
different.
It took us four days to find a house for rent.
After one week, we were completely settled and had no tension. We
thought that probably
after one or two months,
my dad would find a job and everything would be fine. Unfortunately it was
not true, wherever they paid well, they needed him to know English and
computers and
the places that did not need English or computer did not have good salary.
Therefore, we finally decided that I would try to find a job, because at
least I knew English.
I got a job at UNICEF office, which works for children all over the world.
They paid me $350.00 per month, which was a lot.
In spring of that year,
after passing the exam, I was admitted to the medical school.
I was so happy studying, working and helping my family, but it did
not last long, because in June of 1997 the unwanted strict militias of
Taliban
attacked
the city. The military counter of Mazar city took them out after one month
and in three weeks, everything got back to normal. The UN offices also
started their
work, but their foreign workers were not allowed to come back to Mazar.
Since I was working as an interpreter, I lost my job because there
weren’t
any foreigners to interpret for. I was lucky and I found a job in one week.
I started
working as a secretary an UNCHS Habitat. I was mostly dealing with all
of their social projects. I was really happy, though my salary went
down to
$100.
Working on projects and knowing about UNCHS’s
policy, I decided to gather some youth and make a group which would
get some projects from
this office and
help the community. The main idea of it was using youth in useful projects
and having them involved in social work. We had 64 people in our group
in three weeks.
In October of 1998 once more the strict government
of Taliban attacked Mazar city, they fought for two days and finally
captured it. Everything
changed;
women weren’t allowed to get out of their houses, all offices
and schools were closed. On the first day they entered the city, they
started
searching houses
for guns. When they searched our house they could not find anything.
Instead they took my dad with them and put him in prison. He was in
prison for two days
and was released after we paid the them.
No one was able to do anything,
and though it was dangerous I met with some members of the youth
group and started some home based school
for little
girls and boys
who weren’t allowed to go to school. It was really appreciated
form the people but still it was a big risk we were taking. It was
totally against the
law of the new government. Our courses were in basements; we met
in hidden places far from the busy places and could hardly run our
project
but still were hopeful
and worked hard. In January of 1999 UNCHS Habitat became aware of
our activities and gave us a project with permission from the government.
During working on
this project, I was caught and put in jail by the Taliban. That was
so horrible that I could never think about it. After four hours,
my
dad came, paid them and
they released me.
Finally, we got the project done. The Habitat office
really appreciated our work on it, they registered our youth group
with the Peace Child
office in
UK, which
works with youth and children. Now we were an official youth group
under the name of YCDP-Youth and Children Development Program.
By the summer
of 1999,
we had 3000 people in our group from all over the country. By getting
votes, I got
the position of the leader in the group.
In September of 1999, I
got a letter from the Habitat office that included a copy of papers
for a youth conference in Hawaii in October
of the
same year. Everything was okayed by the group members, the Habitat
office
and my parents.
The last place I needed to talk to was the security office of our
district. From
the time the Taliban captured Afghanistan we did not have any embassy
so I had to get my visa and ticket for my trip in Pakistan. Therefore,
my
father and I
went to the district office to talk to the security officer. With
all the strict
rules, the government said I could not tell them I was going to
the U.S. My dad told them I am sick and I need to go to Pakistan
for
better medical
treatment.
The officer said that according to Islam Sharia I had to marry
first then my husband could take me wherever I needed to go. I was
so upset
and I
thought there
was no chance for me to participate in this conference.
My dad met
some members of our group and we made up a different plan. My friend
and I signed the marriage contract and the papers they
needed to
see and supposedly,
I became his wife. The next day my dad and my friend went to their
office and showed them all the paperwork. After taking some money,
they accepted
the papers
and let me leave the city.
On October 8, 1999, I left Mazar city,
my family and my friends. I never thought I would end up staying
in the U.S. I stayed in Pakistan
for ten
days to get
my visa and tickets. I left Pakistan on October 18, 1999. I was
already assigned to stay with a family so the parents came and picked
me
up
from the airport.
They were so kind and felt responsible towards me. The third day
of my staying in Hawaii, I got a phone call from my parents. They
said
the
government has
become
aware of my coming to the U.S.A. and they have said that I will
be hanged as soon as I get back. Therefore, they asked me to stay
and
do not think
about
going back to Afghanistan. On October 30th, the conference was
done and my return ticket
was booked for November 2. I did not know what to do.
I called my
cousin who lived in Lincoln, Nebraska and told the whole story
to him and he sent me an electronic ticket. I arrived
in Lincoln
on October
31,
1999. I filed for political asylum which was approved after one
year. While I didn’t go back to Afghanistan, the Taliban
was bothering my family and finally put my dad in jail instead
of me. It was bothering me so much that I
was living such a good life and they are suffering for me. I now
live with my aunt’s family and go to the business college
and I am waiting to see what happens next. Now since I am here,
I want to make use of every minute of it and
learn something so that I will be able to go back to my country
and serve my nation.
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