How is a young girl in her early 20s living 1,000 kilometres away supposed to react to this gruesome geopolitical issue? All she sees are pictures of men with guns and she hears the news headlines stating the facts and data about the loss of life, dignity and sovereignty of humans.
How can she recognise killers as saviours? How can she accept a perpetrator as protector? She has not read religious scriptures, she has only read the news for the last 20 years.
In her heart, how can she accept perpetrators of women as protectors? They portray themselves as divine men armed with guns and their gazes on a female who doesn’t follow rules made by them gets brutally raped. Her clothing torn apart with the same hands which ordered her to cover her body.
They cannot be the spokespersons for the same people whose freedom they are taking away. All the world leaders speak from their own strategic interests. What is her strategic interest when she sees starting of slavery? An ideology that thrives on knives and blood-stained clothes.
How can she not feel utterly terrified they can’t enter anywhere now? How can we, the global citizens connected by social media not feel their pain? How can you abandon Afghanistan? “How can I support?”, she asked herself as the tears finally stopped shedding.
She cannot write like scholars with viable political points and use strategic language because she is a nobody. She is a nobody in this cruel world, but she still chooses every day to write. She will keep writing from an abandoned library or a polished desk, sometimes with rage, sometimes with hopelessness.