Befriending a potential Afghan insurgent in Quetta.wmv





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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.‎


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