Esmat Zeerak

A Memoir In Writing

Hafiz on Sun and Earth

My philosophy teacher here at Andover shared a very good poem today in one of his meditation emails. It’s by Hafiz. I think it encapsulates that one should not always expect something in return for the nice things that one might do to someone else.

Even after
All this time

The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe me.”

What happens
With a love like that:
It lights the
Whole sky

An American Thanksgiving

I spent the Thanksgiving holiday with my host family in Connecticut, as their guest. Although I had a clue of what Thanksgiving was about. I had never experienced it before. I knew that it was not religious. I knew that it is about “spending time with family”. I knew that it was about eating food and gaining weight, although looking at the statistics of how much Americans are obese, I don’t know why this aspect is still kept.

We went to a dinner party with some friends of my host family in Bedford, New York, which is a few minutes of drive from where my host family lives in Connecticut. I had been “cautioned” that their friends were Trump supporters and most of them voted for Trump, and I was fine with that. I was interested and curious to see which kind of people supported and voted Trump. As I have previously stated, I was not a supporter of Clinton or Trump, but I was stuck with “choosing the lesser of two evils”. I was disappointed in Americans being left with these two candidates which made them support the lesser of two evils. However, there are reasonable explanations as to why it turned out this way.

As we arrived at the dinner party, I could notice how affluent these people were who hosted the dinner party, later on when I spoke with the man of the family, I got to know that he had quite the affluent background to have this wealth, as they say, “he came from money”. I was speaking to some of the kids of theirs, who were about my age. They were talking about how much confused they were about what to do with their lives. One said that he is “not sure” if he wants to go to college, although he had spent most of his life going to a boarding school that is prestigious. When it was time for them to talk about my country, they were impressed how much I knew about it, and my response was, “yes, because it is my country and I have lived most of my life there”. Then when they asked what I thought of Trump, I said: “I do not think that he makes sense for America and I do not think that Americans were left with good choices in this election.”

Then one of the hosts interrupted the conversation and gave instructions to an interesting procedure. On one end of the room, there was a table with two baskets, some index cards. One basket was labeled, “What are you grateful for?”. The other was labeled, “Moving forward, what aspect of the American culture would you change?”. Each person was supposed to fill out an index card for each of the baskets. At first, I did not think that these were going to be read out. I thought this was for the hosts, maybe they were interested in a social experiment. So I became real honest and quite blunt. For the first basket, I wrote, “I am grateful for having a good family and friends, who support me.”, for the second basket I wrote, “I would definitely change the culture of having conversations about superfluous things.”

Then dinner was ready. I had heard about how much food there was going to be at these sort of gatherings. Most of them meat. Me being a vegetarian for few years, I was not content with the reality that even the salad had crab or bacon in it. Fortunately, my host family had prepared some fantastic Greek Salad to take to the dinner party. All I really had was several servings of that salad, which I found really healthy and was happy about that. I looked around the table, to see what other people was having, and it was meat and all kinds of it. I thanked myself for being a vegetarian and treating my body the way I think it deserves to be treated and saving myself a disaster the following morning when I would probably be groaning for how much I had eaten. Afterward, there was the dessert. Alongside with my host family, I had prepared some Afghan custard dessert called Firni, which turned out to be a hit and was finished very quickly. Then they brought over the two baskets and started reading the index cards that everyone had filled out. I did not expect that, and so I was hoping that they would escape what I had written. But then the turn came to what I had written and when it was read, almost everyone stopped their side conversations to hear my response to what I meant with the word, “superfluous”. Since I was put in the spotlight, I did not know what to say, so I simply said, “the definition of superfluous varies…”.

Then the conversation went to politics. Which I did not expect, since I think there are other casual topics discussed at holidays such as Thanksgiving, like baseball, or other quintessential American thing. But this was not your typical American crowd, these people were concerned with all sorts of things, some of which I found odd or honestly inappropriate. I tried very hard to abstain from this conversation, as I did not want to use this opportunity to discuss something bland as politics and current events. I just wanted to observe how Americans celebrate the Thanksgiving. It started with the election of Donald Trump, and quickly went to the Middle East, ISIS, and terrorism and obviously Islam. I felt awkward for not saying anything at this point. I had come from a place that was dealing with some of these issues every single day. Since I had remained quiet, few people started asking me to say something. I did say a couple of things, and I first started with the election of Trump, then went on to express my views on Islam and how this it is not supporting terroristic acts. I did agree that there are certain things wrong with Islam as is wrong with any other religion. I think I have expressed that here in this blog as well, but if not, let me make it clear: coming from the Islamic Republic of Afghanistan does not mean that I necessarily agree with everything in its society or that I represent the views of everyone in my country. I think to think that way is absurd. And to be honest, your typical American will assume that way, which I again find absurd and ridiculous. It shows you how ignorant some people can be. So these people around the table were thinking that I coming from an Islamic country, might be a die hard supporter of Islam and would be a sympathizer with those supporting extremist views. If I truly was an extremist sympathizer what would I be doing at a Thanksgiving dinner party with Trump supporters? Those of you who know me on a personal level can see how ridiculous that assumption is.

So I talked and talked and responded to some comments. And then at one point, a gentleman, who shall remain nameless for the sake of his dignity, said, “I think we should start with a clean slate, drop a nuclear bomb in Middle East, Afghanistan, and I am sorry about your parents.” Looking at me. At first, I was about to say, “Sir, are you intoxicated?” I thought twice about that, and I thought that would make things explosive and would make the matters worse. So instead I remained quite, looking hysterically  at him with a smirk. I thought for him, an “educated” man, with the presence of his own family around the table, to say such a thing is beyond embarrassing. Before hearing such a comment by this man, and before going to this dinner party, I knew that there are people who do think such radicle things. So in a way, it was good for me to get this kind of exposure.

There was a gasp, and everyone was quite shocked to hear what this man had said. I think he even regretted that himself. I learned that this man was a very devout Christian, and it is not in the spirit of a being a good Christian with the comment that he made. I do not feel bad for him for the embarrassment that he suffered or might have, though. Most importantly, I was not offended or insulted, even in the slightest. However, what offends me is the ignorance, and making ignorant remarks. I do not really blame these people for their’ ignorance. They have been hearing the same propagandistic stuff from the news and that is probably their only perception of an event or situation. They do not get to meet an Afghan every now and then to compare the reality with the fiction that they have been hearing or reading.

When the conversation went on to religion. One of the hosts started saying how aspirational her religion was. She was Catholic and she kept praising her religion and kept saying how there are things wrong with Islam. I do agree with things being wrong with Islam, I have never advocated on how Islam is perfect. But there is also one thing else wrong, and that is being aspired to do something good because what aspires you to do good is a religion. The same with morals. I do not think that people should get their morals from religion. Then the same gentleman who made that ignorant remark previously said, “I think Islam is the most corrupt religion…” and “There is no real historical evidence of Islam and it is a made-up religion…”. I was at a loss for words, as to what to say to this person. I was not angry or offended or insulted in the slightest. I was quite amused to be dealing with such a person. Also really overwhelmed with where to begin the explanation. I was asked to leave the table by one of the hosts and he said, “You don’t feel being picked on, do you?” and I said, “No. I really do enjoy such conversations and I am not offended.” He smiled as if to say what I had said was sarcastic. It was not. I meant it.

When it was time to leave, one of the hosts said, “Please do not think that I am ignorant as that friend of ours, we do not want to bomb Afghanistan or anywhere else…” I was amused at her for trying to justify herself. I did not even ask for her to do that, but I guess, I appreciate the fact that she was trying to be nice.

Back from the Thanksgiving break, here at Andover. When people ask me, “How was your Thanksgiving?” I say, “Not many options for a vegetarian person like me.” I say this because explaining the whole fiasco would take me a while and I will get an apology (which I think is weird). But for the few people to whom I explained the whole story, they usually say, “how rude and inconsiderate that person must have been…”.

So that was my first American Thanksgiving experience. I am already looking forward to the next.

What Is America?

The last paper that I had to write for my English class’s final last week was titled – “What is America?”. It was not out of the blue that I had been given this assignment, for the past few weeks or so there was a series of talks at Andover on different topics that emphasized how through the course of history, America has poorly treated its minorities. So it was quite natural that at the end it was going to come to this question.

Now more than ever, those series of talks comes in handy to think of a person like Donald Trump and how he likes to follow where the past leads; the past in which diversity was not welcomed, a past in which white people saw themselves as the best and others as inferior, as the past in which Japanese were put into internment camps and so on and so forth. As far as I have seen, people here at Andover were mourning the defeat of Hillary Clinton, and are quite terrified at the thought of someone like Donald Trump being the president. As a friend once said, “There is an aura of despair around the campus…”. That is because Andover is an idealistic place with some idealistic “values”, that overwhelmingly supported an idealistic person such as Clinton, also Andover is overwhelmingly populated by liberals.

Coming back to the question of “What is America?” : I don’t know. America is so many things at the same time. A truly unique place in its nature. A place that has had many twists and turns, and is still having that once in a while through history. I have not seen much of America, as much as I would like to claim that. But to my knowledge, America is a place of opportunities in every possible way. Another friend said, “Back home, if you did something wrong or if you made a grave mistake, your life would be over, but over here, you can change yourself in seven-different-shapes and America would still give you a chance to find success.” In a lot of ways, I agree with that, but still, it is not a perfect definition of what really America is. One has to make the mistake of generalization to answer a question like this.

Let’s start with the people and how they live. I have seen how the rich live here, I have seen how the poor live here. I have seen how people think about happiness, I have seen how people make room for that in other’s expenses. I have seen a lot in America. What perplexes me the most about America is how everyone is constantly trying to be happy or make other people around themselves happy, and sometimes or most of the times at the cost of others. It is quite inherent in human’s nature to pursue happiness but the things that Americans do to pursue is just crazy, at least it is quite shocking to me. And again, it is because they have the opportunity to do so. I feel that people here live in an illusion of happiness, they make fake opportunities to be happy, to feel that way. Obviously, commercialism and consumerism are of one of the big factors of that. America is truly obsessed with happiness, and they are doing whatever they can to pursue it as much as they can. Why would I not like this? Why, me, a human being, who must naturally pursue happiness, not praise this such wonderful extreme pursuit? Because I do not think that humans are made to pursue happiness all the time, but I do think that humans inherently deserve struggles and pain. I find happiness and it’s constant pursuit as wishful thinking mode of thinking about life and its meaning. Humans in every way are looking to further and advance their interests, I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. I do not think that there is anything wrong with being selfish, some of the times it actually helps the society. With those people doing whatever they can to find success, they are making the economy or other aspects of a society successful. The problem, however, is corruption. I think that’s what causes the problems, and especially in a place like America, that has been proven again and again. Don’t get me wrong, I do find certain types of selfishness egregious. You see, Americans (and maybe other humans as well), think that life is sort of a progress bar. They make every effort to move the progress bar. Throughout the course of history, America has struggled with this problem. Corruption of power. Corruption of money. Corruption of almost everything that one can think of. The crux of the problem remains corruption. Why I am not optimistic that it’s going to be over is because I think corruption or certain kinds of selfishness is inherent in humans. I like to think of this scenario very pragmatically and reasonably, and what I have come to know is that – fairness is relative to the time, what was considered “fair” hundreds of years ago is now, interestingly, considered unfair. For such reasons I don’t believe there is such a thing as “fair” in this world. When was the last time that there was fairness in this world? What is happening in Aleppo is not fair. What is happening in Afghanistan is not fair. What happened during World War II is not fair. What happened in Rwanda is not fair. Yet, the misery, the constant struggle for fairness exists, and it shall exist.

America is going through a lot of changes right now. A showman, a very dangerous showman is now the president-elect. In my philosophy class, the last term, which was “Responses to the Holocaust”, taught by the great Mr. Housiaux – the day after the election, he said that a history teacher had told him that she “is seeing parallels between the Hitler Germany and Trump’s America…”. I completely agree with that and I expressed myself such during the class. There were some nods and some sad looks around the table that day. But a friend said that yes as everyone keeps thinking that there are certain similarities between Trump and Hitler, then many presidents and leaders think alike and share many similarities and yet they are not the entirely the same as Hitler or Mussolini or Stalin. I have to disagree with my friend, it is those sentiments he is sharing that gives rise to the hatred and racism. For many international students, Trump rising to the presidency is a nightmare. This idea of us foreigners that can just leave and go back where they came from is just ridiculous to justify the real fear that we international students have. The real fear being is that Trump will make certain changes that will not allow any of to go anywhere. To play the devil’s advocate, though, I will say that Clinton being there will also not make things nice.

In summation, I will say that America is an interesting place. Time will tell if America will stand for what it often claims itself to be, a place of opportunity for its diverse people.

Trump Triumphs

Today was a very long day here at Andover, and across America I assume. What I thought was very unlikely, happened. I tried to stay up late last night, and follow the election till the result was announced. I could not because I somehow fell asleep with MSNBC’s live stream on Youtube playing. I woke up this morning and I saw a notification from The New York Times that shocked me and give a hard blow to my understanding of this election. This will very likely bring huge implications for the Americans and people like me, who is a Muslim, and a foreigner in this country.

For the first few minutes, I tried to make sense of what had just happened, what it means and how it is going to affect me personally. I could not and still could not make sense of how it happened and why this man became the President of a country that I admire so much despite all of its flaws and problems. It is too early to judge him, and say that he is bad for America. As Hillary Clinton in her concession speech said, “Let give him an open mind”. Still, things could go either way, good or bad. Again, a bit early for a person like me to tell. What worried me a bit, was that I read how it affected the economic market, as it took a slump and then tried to recover. Paul Krugman, wrote this in the New York Times today:

“So we are very probably looking at a global recession, with no end in sight. I suppose we could get lucky somehow. But on economics, as on everything else, a terrible thing has just happened.” – Paul Krugman

Krugman is obviously not optimistic. According to people like him, what happened is very bad for America. It goes beyond America though, countries like mine, Afghanistan will be affected very much because of such changes in the US. There will be shifts happening around the world, very soon.

It was a unique day at Andover today. Early morning I received an email, asking for everyone to gather in the chapel for an All School Meeting that was not planned to happen. Few people including the Head of School, Mr. Palfrey, delivered remarks that I think was not satisfying to the questions at the heart of what had happened. Overall, one could sense how emotional this election was for everyone. I believe this election almost took the soul of some Americans at some point by how it was going and how the rhetoric was becoming so unbearable, and cruel. I could see that students were overburdened and how hard it was for them. I could see some crying, some angry, some with long faces, and some like me, who tried to hide the worries and concerns with a face that looked neither happy nor sad but showed despair. Despair in how unfair a democracy can be.

Following the gathering at the All School Meeting, a number of people gathered in CAMD (a place for international and domestic students that serves as a “safe space”) to share what this election means to them. Someone said that after four years there will be chance to start another movement and untangle some of the harm done by Trump. A friend of mine from Italy said something about the power of the civil society and how that can help Americans ask for accountability from Trump. I agree with that, but again the question remains – is Trump capable of administering a country like America? He and the rest of his administration (most of whom will probably be his buddies) can turn the country to something else. As I am writing this, I see an America that has an uncertain future. Another said that this election shows how America is divided more than ever. I think America was always divided. It is my understanding (and I could be wrong), that America is by definition divided into states. And each of those states has their variation of laws and policies and their preference for the type of president that they want to elect. Someone said – this election shows that we are not perfect as it seems in the world. This perfectly illustrates my point, that America is not the democracy it advertises itself as to the rest of the world.

While today was a very hard day for my American friends, I think there is a silver lining in a moment like this, and that is that Americans should use an opportunity like this to get together. To show to the world how strong they can be in a testing moment like this. To show the resiliency and perseverance.

I felt really eerie today. In a strange way, the mood around the campus today was that something really tragic had happened, something irreversible and something that was bad. Time will tell how bad, and if at all irreversible.

Know hope.

Making Sense of The Elections

It is a strange time that we live in. Things happen without any explanation, things do not even make any sense, they are just happening. There are many phenomena that do not even have any way of explanation. One of them is Donald Trump, the mad man, as he is looked on by the Americans I see.

Recently, the school newspaper here at Phillips Academy, The Phillipian conducted a survey and asked students on campus, who will they vote for in the upcoming presidential elections. Unsurprisingly 76% was for Clinton and surprisingly 14% for Trump. I didn’t even think that Trump would garner up 2%. It is kind of scary for me to see this, who would agree with Trump on his vision for America if he even has one?! A few days later, there was an article in the paper in the commentary section by a student who defended Trump and basically his point was that the hate for Trump is over-blown, and the guy deserves some respect for his visions for America. Then right below the article in print, there was another article by another student who offered harsh words for the students who chose to vote for Trump in the survey. One can see the tensions rising on campus, but one can also see how much this does not make any sense anymore, Trump or Clinton, they are all part of the same hierarchy. Maybe Clinton is less evil than Trump, but can people please stop and see how far this has come and how it is all wrong?

With all due respect to my American friends: save the country that is great or was once great, do not let it fall to corruption. I have heard from people around saying, “I know they are both dishonest people, but at this point, I am trying to choose the lesser of two evil.” I get it, you would rather choose someone less evil but you are still choosing evil. You all have been told so many fictions, that you don’t even think outside of it anymore, lies and lies over and over again. I guess I see how at this point there is no other option than these two people,  but the time for change is always there. Media is playing their own narrative, they are showing more and more how evil is Trump and how Clinton is an innocent public servant. They are making it into simple matters of good vs. bad, good vs. evil and etcetera. Where is the objectivity anymore? I feel bad for Trump in this regard, I feel that they are not showing the bad side of Clinton as much as they should. At the end of the day, they are both power players and dishonest, it is just a level of how much they are dishonest and corrupt.

I just felt the need to put my two-cents here about how I feel for the elections, now that it is the time. Think wisely, and hold them accountable, whoever you think is right, although it could have been better.

4 in the morning

is when you get the dilemma for either staying awake until you see the sunlight or falling asleep for few hours, few precious hours, few hours that you can only rest your eye, until you just do things, things that you don’t really understand the reasons for.

i have been restless for the past couple of days. for the past couple of weeks. for the past couple of months. for the past couple of years.

it all started 4 in the morning few years ago.

Café of Life

Life has turned into this cafe style environment for me – I go there, I sit there, I write, I read, I think, I see people, I make friends, I fall in and out of love and I feel confused all the while doing all of this. I don’t know what I am doing, and I don’t know how any of these doing things will help me find the meaning in them.

Eight Years Ago

2008. Winter. Standing on one of the snowy hills outside of the city. Life seemed very simple back then, though I was begining to learn how hard it might get some point in the future, and it did get hard for few reasons. The simplicity that I remember from my childhood, makes me want to travel back in time to get there and just be there, to experiance childhood joy and pain, yes even the silly simple pain of falling down on the snow.2167842491_9509e08003_o

Where Are You From?

I spent nine days pondering over this question with people from around the world last week at Harvard University, while attending Global Citizens Youth Summit focusing on how to better become “Global Citizens”. One of the reasons why I was particularly selected for this very competitive program was, I think, because my life somehow shows that I am trying to embrace the idea of being a global citizen. I have lived almost the entirety of my life in two different neighbouring countries, that experience of living in two different places has shaped me as a person today, that I cannot deny, however it also leaves someone questioning who they really are and most importantly where they belong. During the course of nine days at Global Citizens Youth Summit at Harvard, I was supposed to develop a concept/proposal for a project to be implemented in my community. I first thought if I felt the connection to my community to do such a thing, I thought really hard and long about it. Though I felt more obliged than just the feeling of belonging.

The issue with me is that – I don’t really know where I am from. I know that there is a country’s name on the back of my passport (Afghanistan) but does that really determine my identity? Does a piece of paper have the ability to show that? It’s not that I don’t have an identity, it’s that I just haven’t fully come the realization of certain elements of my identity. I am lucky that I am confused and I get to question this, not a lot of people in this world get to do that.

I dislike this question – “where are you from?” Whenever someone asks me this question, I inspect their emotion to give them the best possible answer. If they are looking for an easy answer, I tell them – Afghanistan. If they are up for a chat with a person who is in the middle of an identity crisis, then I say – “I don’t know where I am from, geography doesn’t really mean anything to my identity, so I have to figure this out.”, and I let the conversation take its shape from there on. The main reason that I dislike this question is because I think a certain place cannot show my identity.

I am a multilingual person, who has lived most of his life in two neighbouring countries – Afghanistan and Pakistan. I have lived an almost equal number of years in both of the countries. Pakistan was my childhood “home”, I grew up learning Urdu and Pashto in the streets of Peshawar. Islamabad was a vacation destination every other summer as well as Murrey. My family amid the ongoing war in Afghanistan moved to Pakistan. Like many other Afghan families in Pakistan, our move was not by choice, it was by force; war. We did our best to save those little cultural and traditional things while we stayed in Pakistan, while still trying to adjust to the surroundings of a very similar yet very different society. Every now and then there would be a local Hazaragi (the ethnicity I identify with) delicacy served in my family such as Qurooti, bread mixed with milk-like-yogurt. We celebrated almost all the major holidays with the other Afghan families in our area. I was very young when we moved to Pakistan, maybe one or two years old. I went to a private school with very strict disciplines as did my other siblings and later on we changed our schools to the Afghan schools because I think my parents thought we should learn things in our native language (Dari) and I think we all knew this in the back of our heads that we would move back to Afghanistan when things got better. Over time we easily integrated into the fabric of a Pakistani society, so to speak, while still few things never changed for us- we were pained to hear sad news happening every day over the border, we never felt truly at ease or calm, we never forgot “home”. I could see how helpless everyone felt while hearing the atrocities being committed in Kabul or elsewhere in Afghanistan. Pakistan was sort of a home, while still lacking few things that gives home it’s meaning.

We lived a modestly good life in Pakistan, while we could. Pakistan was not a culture shock for my family. However, when the time came to move back to Afghanistan, we had to, even though it felt sort of a culture shock for me later on. My family felt obliged to return to the place where several of our homes were destroyed, where we belonged. I don’t really understand the logic of this move to this very day. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to see the place where everyone described as the most beautiful place of all. I wanted to see where my father grew up in, I wanted to see the place where everyone felt sad about. It felt wondrous, it felt like something to explore. But I also felt uneasy about the move, would I see my childhood friends again? What about my classmates? What about the teachers at my school? I had also heard that most of the facilities that were a common thing in Peshawar were not easily accessible in Kabul – electricity, running water and etc. For me, the move seemed scary, as I would have my roots uprooted and then how would I see things that same way as I did before. Again, that feeling of being obliged didn’t leave much of a choice for us  – we simply had to go back.

Few years before our move back, my family and me toured several provinces in Afghanistan. It was a great eye opener for all of us. Somehow I felt really at ease, it felt like being free. It felt like home, a true home. I remember seeing for the first time the house where my father grew up in, in that remote central province of Afghanistan. At that point I had come to the realization that no other place would feel the same way as Zeerak, that small village where my family name also derives from.

As much as this move was hard for me it was much harder for my family as much as they felt obliged, because for generations, as I have read and heard, the Hazaras (the ethnicity to which my family belongs), has been prosecuted for just being followers of a different sect of Islam (Shia) or having different facial features that set them apart from the rest of the ethnicities in Afghanistan. Several of our homes in different places got destroyed in Afghanistan, my family, especially my father, faced death numerous times in his life. Now, after all this, why would we go back? Why? While everyone in my family thought about moving back to Afghanistan, there was always this question of – if there is another war, I mean God forbid, but what if, what can we do?

For the first couple of months since the move back, I felt estranged. I didn’t have any friends anymore at school, I was often bullied because I was just different, as a result of this my grades went sort of downhill. I was not worried about that much. I was just worried about not having any friends anymore. I was such a social person at my other school in Pakistan. I was the star of the class so to speak. But I suddenly became this very shy person in the class. I remember that I would ask this question often – what if nobody ever likes to become my friend. Those were some challenging times for me.
To be perfectly honest, I still feel that way, I feel almost completely estranged and uneasy around people from my country, be it any ethnicity or language. I know the language, I have the knowledge of how people behave and act and do things, but I still find it much more easy to have a conversation with a person from a completely random country in the world.

This is where the trouble with my identity comes in, I don’t really know if I ever will be part of the same mosaic that other people from my country are in. I am not patriotic. I am not nationalistic. I despise anything like that. I am not even proud at things that my country does. I don’t support any specific country at all. I don’t even like to identify myself with the name of a country. I dislike many cultural things going on in my country (because most of them are just not compatible with today’s societies or are just result of superstitious thinking.) I carry the passport because I can travel that way, otherwise I don’t like carrying the passport or the birth certificate for that matter.

With all that said, I guess my identity is the one that has several elements from different cultures, yet I don’t like to be called or identified from a specific place. By the end of the nine days at Harvard, while contemplating about all this, I felt a very deep and emotional connection to my “home”, which is Afghanistan, because of how much of positive changes I could bring to it, how much there is potential in me to bring those changes. Because most of the values that I subscribe to personally comes from Afghanistan somehow. I feel at peace and ease while I am in Afghanistan and only a home can  feel that way and “Home” is where I am from.

I don’t necessarily have to get along with most of the people to call a place home. Anyone can believe anything they want. Anyone can live the way they want. And at the same time everyone can call that place “home”.

What’s the point of texting?

You wouldn’t expect a person like me to say this but anyways I say it – texting is superfluous. It’s ruining our communication skills.

Kids these days…