Saturday, September 25, 2010

Kabul in Hiding







I am in my apartment alone; it is quiet save for the honking horns, men talking, and occasional call to prayer. The brown light of the afternoon peeks through my opaque windows. Mountains on the horizon beckon to me; I wish I could bound into the the afternoon heat and run up to the radio towers that grace the hills. I would say a little prayer of freedom and gaze upon this broken city with eyes wide open. But for now, I inhale the dusty inside air and tell a story of hiding...

I am one of the lucky ones and so are you. Although this lock down is only temporarily my life, for most people here it is all they know. I have been an honorary Afghan woman for the past five days and I can barely imagine what this life looks like permanently. Venturing outside of the cool concrete walls of my apartment complex only can happen when I am going to work or a meeting. At that time, I must be with a guard and a driver. I haven't experienced a day on campus as a professor yet, but I imagine this is where I, along with the students and other professors, find daily freedom of movement and thought. I wonder if Maya Angelou was speaking of Afghans when she wrote "I know why the caged bird sings?" Here, I think everyone is a caged bird.

There are holes everywhere. Bullet holes still litter most of the older, taller buildings in town. It is evident that they have been patched, but with cement and spackling that cannot stand up to weathering; most of the patch work is crumbling anyway. Potholes are the roads. My driver mentioned that the roads were nicely paved before the Taliban came and ruined everything. Now, on the side streets there are remnants of concrete, but for the most part dust and dirt have engulfed the once-smooth thoroughfares. Bricks and cinder blocks have been piled into the biggest of craters, constant reminders of a tumultuous reality.

But if you look closely enough, there is life hiding everywhere, trying to fill the holes which 30 years of war has left.

Indigo silhouettes of women tip toe through mud in their high heels; although burqas hide their faces, their shoes give away their spirit.

An old man whistles a sweet song as he ambles along my road. He smiles broadly at me as I try to hide the fact that I just took a picture of him through the only open window on my stairwell. I blush.

Across from my building, on the roof, I notice boys congregating with kites as the sun sets behind black hawks buzzing through the dusk.

I enjoy my first "Afghan-style" meal out in the secluded garden of Sufi Restaurant. Who knew that this lush garden with trees, flowers, fireside tables, and traditional Afghan music existed among all of this dust a rubble?

Upon first glance, Kabul is a dusty, desolate place...But slowly, I am discovering that the real Kabul is in hiding, waiting to emerge from this dark time. There is no way, with the heart and spirit of the Afghan people, it won't. Just as the sun rises anew each day, I have faith that Kabul, and Afghanistan, will emerge from this long night soon enough.

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11 Comments:

At 7:54 AM , Blogger mb said...

Amazing. Thank you for writing. I can't wait to hear more.

Miss you lots!

 
At 8:13 AM , Blogger matt mulka said...

So inspiring and so well-written! I felt like I was there...

 
At 10:48 AM , Blogger Jaala Thibault said...

Thanks MB, I miss you too!
Great talking to you today Matt; I am working on my apartment safari. Will keep you posted ;)

 
At 11:43 AM , Blogger R said...

hey jaala,
nice pensive piece. i believe the spirit will emerge thru the rubble. stay safe and keep writing. lotsa love...

 
At 11:43 AM , Blogger R said...

p.s. R is rona xo.

 
At 4:11 PM , Blogger Tom said...

jaala,
you never stop amazing.
bushy

 
At 11:50 AM , Blogger Gail Mumma said...

Your Mom and i are good friends. We are wishing the best for you on your adventure. I will be following you and looking forward to your blogs. Gail

 
At 12:23 PM , Blogger matt mulka said...

I can send you safari pics to give you and your apartment some ideas:) So nice to hear your voice...I hope you have a good week in Kabul!

 
At 9:58 AM , Blogger Steph said...

This is beautful, Jaala... I miss you.

 
At 10:01 PM , Blogger Kat Buckly said...

Love and miss you. Hope you're spirit enlightens those around you like you do here.

 
At 10:41 AM , Blogger Jaala Thibault said...

Thanks everyone for the nice comments! I miss you all.

 

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