The Afghanistan Human Rights and Democracy Organization (AHRDO) is an independent, non-governmental, non-partisan and non-profit organization working to promote human rights and democracy through engaging a variety of arts, and culture-based programs; creating space for dialogue at all levels of society, peace-building, social justice, societal transformation and public participation.
Home   About us   Our Work   Publication   Partners   Contact us
Home You are here Home :: Publication :: Stories
Stories
H. H Story
My son was in Pakistan. He was 18 years old. During the time of the Taliban he wanted to come from Pakistan to Kabul but the Taliban forced him out of the car because he was Hazara. He was abducted in Tangi, Pul-e Charxi. Later we learned that Shoaib had been taken to Chauki Arghande. The next day around 7am I and his father went to Chauki Arghande. There were two boys there and I asked them “Is Shoaib with you?” They said “Yes”.

Share this post

Read more...
 
M. U Story
I currently live in Balkh. I am about 35 years old. I lost three of my cousins and four uncles when the Taliban captured Mazar-e Sharif in 1377. We lost six family members in our district. In total 350 people were killed in the district and approximately 150 of them were killed in front of my eyes. We used to have a very good life. I was not a commander. I was not a political leader. I was a landlord. I was a business man. We had a good life. When the Taliban came to my district, all the military people escaped. Only the civilians remained. And almost all of them were killed.

Share this post

Read more...
 
S. J Story
I am living in Kabul. I am 46 years old. We had a good and peaceful life before the war. During the time of Najib, life was ok. We received some rations. It was peaceful, very peaceful. But once the war began we never had a good life again. The bullets were coming from everywhere on the area that we were living in Kabul. We were caught in the crossfire. One night I became sick because of my pregnancy. It was early morning and the bullets were still coming. When the bullets were fired, I ducked. My husband was very scared. He left. I remained alone. I left my children at home. I was getting sicker and sicker.

Share this post

Read more...
 
A. M Story
In the summer of 1366 after months of bloodshed and killings between two warring Mujahedin factions, a meeting was called by both parties to establish a ceasefire. 56 representatives from the one side attended the meeting. From the other side, a well-known commander, despite his assurance to take part in meeting, broke his commitment and surrounded the house with his people. He then ordered his people to open fire on the people attending the meeting. All 56 people were killed on the spot. 8 out the 56 killed were members of my family.

Share this post

Read more...
 
S. M Story
I am from Bamyan province. I am illiterate. And I am 60 years old. It has been ten years that I have lost my son. Ten years ago. That was in 1379. My son was an ordinary labourer. My life was ok and I was not as needy a person as I am today. He was working. And life was moving on. I married him off. I thought it was better to get him a wife while I was still alive. Twenty days after he got married the Taliban came to this area. In front of my own eyes, while my hand and his hands were tied up, he just said “Oh father. I got a bullet”.

Share this post

Read more...
 
S. Gul Story
I am 38 years old. I lost my husband during the Mujahedin fighting in Kabul. I didn’t have any brothers. I didn’t have anyone. My children were all very small and one of my children was still in the womb. 17 days later we found the dead body of my husband. When my husband was alive, our life was ok. My husband had a job in Simtui. He went there and he was killed there. Life was ok, but when he was killed I lost everything.

Share this post

Read more...
 
H. M Story
I am living in Kabul. I am 90 years old. During the civil war in Kabul, I lost my son. My son was 19 years old. After 16 years, I took him out of the grave and reburied him in Shura, in front of the mosque. When I saw his body after 16 years, it was still full of flesh. I was a butcher before. Now I don’t even have 100 Afghanis. I swear on the Koran I don’t even have 100 Afghanis in my house. I am full of pain. If I had the opportunity, I would strangle all the warlords. I was a butcher and all the people in the area knew me. I had fourteen bags of money with 500 and 1000 Afghani notes. And several thousand pieces of wood that I had buried. They all have been stolen.

Share this post

Read more...
 
More Articles...
«<12>»

Page 1 of 2
 Links   :   Sitemap © 2012 AHRDO All rights reserved.
 Designed by: Navin
Top