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October 16, 2007


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Not all is lost Matin. One day it will get better, we hope. Each Age has it's ills and diseases.
The disease of our Age in this epoch of humanity's evolutions is discrimination and disunity. It's not just in Afghanistan, though it may be close to our hearts. Look at the US, the divide between the "blacks and whites" (how I do not wish to use those terms, but must use them for discussion's sake), the Latinos and whites. And what of Darfur, did the atrocities there also not seem all too similar to what we see in Afghanistan--Muslim vs. Christian, Arab Black vs. African Black? What about the Bosnians and Serbs? What of...(sigh)
It's everywhere. We are fast approaching a crisis point on earth or may have already passed it. Unless all human beings see one another as one human family, you and I will continue to ask; "...what? why? until when?"
We WILL get to the unity of mankind. The question is HOW? Whether it's through war or through peace and love and recognizing our nobility as human beings; the choice is ours. In our hearts and thoughts as individuals, we can do much to become selfless by arising with pure motives and good intentions to serve humanity. And yes HUMANITY, not just Afghans. For what is good for Afghans must be good for the world over otherwise we are limiting our scope and our vision is not world embracing.
One day the narrative of Afghanistan will change from the tragic metaphors we all summon in our minds. Whether it's in Hosseini's "Kite Runner" or the upcoming Pashtun epic "Kara Kush", it's all meant to show us people are hurting and we need to listen. We have much work to do...

May the Almighty Spirit guide us all to be compassionate and ever Aware....


This is a very moving story.


I read your latest blog about Amma Maisa at work in my cubicle. I have tears running down my cheeks because I miss her so much. She was my great aunt, but I never felt any distance from her. All of my memories of her are of her luminous smile and fun antics --- always trying to make everyone around her laugh and know happiness, even if she may not have felt it at the time. April Fools won't be the same without her -- she was the only Afghan immigrant I knew who couldn't wait for that day. I can only be comforted to know that she really is in a much better place looking down on us and possibly still playing her little jokes and lauging. As my 6 year old Ariana says -- "Maisa is finally with her mom again, having a tea party with her and God". We are all truly blessed to have known someone like her and to have each other's love. I think we take it for granted at times, as humans do, but I'm so thankful to have such a loving family and an uncle - Matin - who I am so proud of and look up to with the most reverence and respect. I hope Ariana has the same relationship with her great uncle Matin and her great aunts that I had with Amma Maisa. She will be greatly missed but never forgotten.

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