The New Beginning
By Omar Rais

The characters and incidents portrayed in the article below are completely fictional. Any resemblance to characters living or dead is completely coincidental and unintended. This article does not represent the stance of the entire organization on the issue, merely the opinions of one Trooper.

May 30, 2008
As I walked down the ruined streets of a once lively city, it was as if I was waking up from a deep, ignorant sleep…no…that doesn’t accurately reflect the enormity of that precise moment. “It was as if I was waking up from a deep, ignorant sleep,” fails to describe the raw emotion I felt for the maimed beggars on the sides of the streets, selling their artificial limbs to support the surviving members of their torn family. It…it doesn’t put into perspective the sympathy I had for them, when I heard one of the beggars of the street say, “Yes, go ahead and take my picture, show them to the President. Show him how his people, his brave mujahideen, have to beg in the streets for food.” Nor does it reveal the shock on my face when I learned that the government only supports its people with an average of 400 Afghans per month, which is 8 Canadian dollars per month, and expects them to make a living out of it…what to say…what to say… As I continued to walk down these ruined streets, it was as if I had been stripped away from humanity itself…no…that totally disregards the rage that spread through my chest when I saw that a woman behind her burqa, had no identity, no purpose and no value in this city. It compromises my frustration at the Taliban because they subjected the people to cruel and unusual punishment which everyone has the right not to be subjected to…this is frustrating…there has got to be a way to describe what I felt……As I walked down the ruined streets of a once very lively city, I felt isolated from the rest of the world…no…no…obviously I felt isolated from the world, but that’s still not it, because it only, too briefly sums up the overall moment…once more, I can do this…As I walked down the ruined streets of a once very lively city, it was as if I had been reborn…that’s…alright…but it doesn’t …it just doesn’t explain the fresh passion, the new sense of being, the empowerment of that moment when I decided to do whatever I possibly can by any means possible, to make a difference. To bring back the long lost humanity and morals into that city. I can only say…there are no words…absolutely no words…to describe how I felt, as I walked down the ruined streets of a once very lively city.




Sources:

Dimanno, Rosie. “Afghanistan a land of disabled and discarded.” Toronto Star. 21 May, 2008.
21 May, 2008. http://www.thestar.com/News/World/article/428121


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