Unsaid

I was just walking home from school. I hid next to the neighbor’s doors so the driver would not come with me, I didn’t like the feeling of being watched so after waiting a few minutes I pressed the alarm. There was no electricity so I had to kick the door many times after someone opened the door. I saw our downstairs neighbor’s daughter’s bicycle in the front yard. She was early from school that day, so I went to her door excitedly and asked, “Hey, you came so early today?”

“Hey, didn’t you see the news?”

“No” 

“And you didn’t pass by my school street to Baqerolum?”

“No, I just got home”

“We had another suicide bomber” Her eyes widened a bit more still trying not to show the fear and excitement in her voice, “They let us go early today, we’re sort of lucky, right?”

I remember I wasn’t surprised but it was unexpected for me to know what my friend had to feel today also I knew that suicide bombers are not new stuff, we grew up listening to how many people are killed daily anywhere by these suicide bombers, universities? Not safe, shops? Not safe, walking down the street? Not safe. 

I wasn’t shocked about what happened I just asked her if she got hurt and she hadn’t so we went to go and play as this was all that I cared about after hearing that many people died just from her school, still I can’t blame myself for lack of empathy, she didn’t expect it either, suicide bombers were every day hear for us and also an 8-year-old wouldn’t care about something they heard all the time. I later passed her school street and I saw the whole tiny street covered in black smoke like paint and somewhere blood on the ground, most of the blood had gotten absorbed into the soil before I came to see it.

Still, that wasn’t a huge surprise because I thought it was how everyone lived. A life where so many people were losing the gift given by God, to live.

 Every stone of there is witness to so many tragedies but you wouldn’t know how cold you were if you didn’t feel the warmth, of course, some people didn’t go through much in Afghanistan neither did I, and even though I didn’t feel as much as I would if I was in their shoes I saw them and how they lived. 

As in my thoughts, life isn’t the same for everybody and it’s not our fault if we grow comfortable or not it’s just that we can at least try to help each other as much as we can but of course, if you will to change the world starting from you…