I was once a village with a clear blue sky, colorful flowers that brought life to my land, and a sense of enthusiasm and excitement. Despite my shortcomings, I was full of happiness and vitality.
The trees danced with the wind, the birds caressed the ears with their songs, and the sea soothed hearts with its pleasant sound. Children played their games in the streets with hope and happiness shining in their eyes. Boys and girls went to school, carrying backpacks filled with dreams, busy building the house of their wishes. The laughter of girls echoed through the mountains, and the tricolor flag proudly flew atop the towering peaks. I was a village adorned with colorful dreams, where talents sparkled like stars in the night sky.
But one day, suddenly, dark clouds overtook my clear blue sky. Fear, terror, and darkness consumed everything. All the happiness, the freshness of the dreams, and the excitement of my people were swallowed by this darkness.
After that day, I no longer heard the laughter of the girls or saw the smiling faces of the children. The pleasant sound of birds was gone. Colors lost their beauty, sounds became muffled, pens were broken, books burned, and talents were trapped in a cold, dark enclosure. This darkness took everything from me, even my identity.
This painful voice you hear is my voice. I am Afghanistan. I ask, from the depths of my heart, for all the nations to not leave me alone in this darkness. Help me see my blue sky once more.
– ‘Noor’
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