Yesterday was Friday and my cousin suggested we go pay respect to family members that lost someone since I was here last. We decided to make way to a few neighborhoods and do the customary "Fatiha". Our first stop was Qalacha. It's amazing how minutes away from city center, roads are more neglected, effects of Soviet war are still scattered all over the neighborhoods and when it's raining, there are alleys ankle deep in mud mixed with sewage and garbage that makes it impossible to walk. Living condition is devastating even when inside homes and even if the people behind the walls are fairly financially secure.
After going to my cousin/"Modar-e-shiri" kind of God mother who fed me her milk when i was a baby and we a mother/son bond. It was great seeing her and sad that her husband (Kaakaa Safar) was no longer with us to cheer us up with his jokes. After giving our respects and visiting with her family, we went to pay respects to my cousin's mother in law since she lost her husband and a young grandson who passed away from heart complication (agin heart or hear rheumatism) they call which is similar to the condition brought on by some sort of poising with warfare back when he was a young boy.
Mid way we found a pile of snow and tried in vain to clean our boots but to no avail. Now this area had big modern houses at Qambar intersection but the entire hill side was littered with Soviet Scud missile empty shell and the place is not nicknamed "Scud Hill".
One thing is to mourn over loved ones gone but to mourn the countries misery over and over with reminders of present and past wars IN YOUR FACE is just heartbreaking. I cannot imagine the amount of missiles raining down all over the surrounding provinces. Mina Jaan was telling me the how the missiles sounded and looked in the night when they were being fired. She still can see and hear it 2 decades after. May this horror never happen again!