She is leaving in Bamyan, Central Afghanistan. The clime of Buddha and oval eyes people, the people that survived many times genocide, the genocide that killed 60% of this the oval eyes people (Hazara). Jitters is clear from her eyes, She is leaving in the dens statue of Buddha which destroyed by Taliban regime!! No home, her home burnt during Taliban regime. Not only her home, many homes!!!
Of course, without any first urgency of life. Our Government doesn’t want to help them, because they have Asian face (yellow race) and deferent religion. In 21 century they don’t have any roads, they don’t have hospital and School. Who want to help them? still not clear, but she is trying to grow up her child, for a better tomorrow.
I cannot forget them poverty and calamity!!
You tell me:
How can I pray for the Hazara?
What can do to help?
她生活在Bamyan，阿富汗的中心。像Buddha一样的脸庞和椭圆型眼镜的人们，Hazara就是其中的一个种族，这种人在多次种族灭绝的顽强的生存了下来，种族灭绝已经杀害了，60%的Hazara种族。 从她的眼神中透出，紧张，她准备离开这个已经被塔利班毁坏的危险的地方。她已经没有了家，她和她的孩子将四海为家。
Li Rongyu and Nasrullah Kohzad
To see one video from Bamyan click on this link:
Hi, dear NN
ReplyDeleteCould you give me some information for the yellow race or Asian face in your cuntry?
what's the situation of Asian face from other country like Chinese , Jampanese and so on?
is it safe for Asian face walking in the street?
please reply to me on my personal blog "the distance between you and me" which is related to Afghanistan , http://lrychina.blogspot.com/
let's work hard to cut down the distance .
thanks for your attention.
regards
li
China
Thanks dear Friend Li
ReplyDeleteThanks for nice comment , I will answer in your webpage.
YES,
let's work hard to cut down the distance .
Regards
Nasrullah Kohzad
KBL Afghanistan
"Why I am to suffer this?"
ReplyDeleteThe laws are deaf to the cries of children,
The laws are blind to the seen of injustice and inhumanity,
The laws have no feeling to the feelings of orphans and dry eyed mothers.
The earth is hungry for more bodies
to be buried;
The rain is eagerly waiting to wash the bloods;
the bloods of slaughtered men like goats,
The light is ignoring to bright the darkness.
The birds no longer sings.
The sun no longer smilies.
The stars no longer winks.
Where I am?
What is my sin?
Why I am to suffer to this?