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Uploaded on Dec 27, 2009
In short, I learnt form Najib that the world needs to build wide-scale humane relationships across all barriers so as to turn the tide on an increasingly proud and violent regression of humanity.
I was wondering if I could be of help. How proud that thought turned out to be, especially with the forgotten destitute like Najib. He was the soul who helped me understand what humanitarian workers need to live out, that we can only begin to be of some transient help when we understand the practice of love.
Love is freed through friendship thats oblivious to race, class and religion.
Love is impossible in war because war destroys and kills.
Love sees that we have the same dirt in our lives and that we need to somehow recover together from our frailties.
Ive no idea if Najib is still alive today. Or if he has not become the hunted and demonized Afghan insurgent.
In season, I invited Najib and his aged grandma ( both his parents had been killed in the war ) to share some delicious Pakistani mangoes. I was overjoyed to wash Najibs soiled hands and feet before the meal. When I asked to take a photo with Najib and his grandma, I asked Najib to smile.
Najibs grandma chided me in Kandahri Pushto, Why are you asking Najib to smile? He doesnt have any reason to smile.
Then ,on a dreary late afternoon, Najib informed me with teary eyes that he was leaving to cross borders again, this time into Iran, because life in Quetta was difficult. How I wish I could meet Najib again.