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I dream of my country… final blog of interpreter
9 Sep 2009I grew up in the Panjshir Valley, in a place that is a three-hour walk from the nearest road.
When I went to Germany to study for a master's degree in public policy I saw concrete everywhere, a lot of glass, asphalt and artificial things.
I was dreaming of the dust, I was dreaming of nature in my country, of the mountains.
At the age of 34, it is difficult to be away from my country. I would not leave Afghanistan.
I was maybe four or five years old when we went from my village into the mountains and the caves to hide, because the Soviets were bombing.
I have passed those times, and the time of the
Taliban when I could not even go to Kabul. It was like being in a prison.
Those times are past now. Now I am hopeful of a better situation. That is why I want to come back, even if it means cleaning the streets of Kabul.
Being a journalist is not enough; it will not solve the problems of Afghanistan. I want to work for the education of the country, because the majority of people are illiterate.
That is the main problem facing many Afghans.
I am really committed to come back and work for my country.
