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Sunday 6 January 2019

EP9: AN UNWANTED FLIGHT-War affected Children of AFGHANISTAN-fusionstories

Novel: AN UNWANTED FLIGHT

CH#9

Reached Afghanistan: a country in war

 
They were about to fly again when a blast on mountain flipped them ups and down. ‘Afghanistan…a country at war…we must reach Afghanistan,’ they both screamed after looking at the grinded rocks trembling up in the air after the blast. The ear piercing roar and dark impenetrable smolder after drone blast cleared the view in minutes at inhabitant looking barren caves at Herat. Still their little hearts were thumping with terror when they were about to caught up another drone missile in air. There was no chance to turn back Iran as falcons would be still roaming there. Out of fry pan straight into fire, they looked at each other and hurriedly flew down to look for any town.


‘Look Houbara I’m not going to stay here at any cost. Look for any border out,’ Siberian crane crossed the windy clouds.
‘Hey, I’m talking to you. Look for any border out,’ Siberian crane yelled again.
‘When any living being escaped successfully from life terror then the first thing approach to assault it again is hunger. Hold on…the orchard of red pomegranate and walnuts near conked out Heart citadel,’ Houbara bustard dived down to a small garden across marshes.

‘It is a blessing in disguise, an orchard in this semi arid climate full of bushes. Oh, there is a marshes land for me too in dry chilly winds,’ Siberian crane cried and followed him. But their excitement went with wind when a farmer and his two young sons hoarded them instantly. 
children of afghanistan,neglected
Afghan children at war
‘Listen crane, what female Houbara would be thinking of me? I couldn’t even said bye to her before exit Iran,’ Houbara sat close to muddy water.

‘The second thing is sweetheart, who commit to memory after hunger later than coming out of any life danger,’ crane giggled.


‘I’m serious,’ Houbara bustard sat closer.
‘Don’t worry; she was wise enough to understand a vagabond like you. She too will continue to enjoy visiting her favorite places in east. I believe she would be fluttering somewhere over Persian Gulf near Dubai,’ crane approached the bank. They managed to see for relatively quiet corner in orchard as they were really hungry after abrupt long flight.
afghan walnuts are famous
walnut at tree in a Afghan orchard
‘Yummy, really there is no match of apples of Kazakhstan and walnuts of Afghanistan.’ They feasted by pricking the red seeds of pomegranate on slightly yellow pomegranate plants and from green walnuts. ‘I’ve heard this inland country is famous for its delicious fruits and nuts,’ Siberian crane gulped into marshes.
‘Really, she was in…,’ Houbara was still thinking of his friend  when out of blue a rally of children of different ages appeared from mud houses at distance and started to chase them. A bulk of juvenile, green eyed girls and boys, bare foot and mostly without warm clothes in shivering cold started to scrolled stones on them. 
‘I think they’re thinking us as foreign invaders, who have taken their country for decades,’ Houbara hardly saved of that sudden attack.
'Oh my...,' Crane whooped. Those two fowls appeared as an entertainment, an adventure or just time pass for those kids as they chased them for long.
‘Don’t these children go to schools? This country is just looking like desolate even with bulk of population. There are no roads, no high rise buildings or any proper infrastructure,’ Siberian crane whooped flew high at this sudden attack and looked back for Houbara.


 ‘Afghanistan is under war for four decades. It’s been the favorite place of super powers of world for proxy war and to generate furious warriors of their interest out of these innocent children. The generations over here have suffered severe and harsh migration far from their hometowns like us. The children at war in Afghanistan had been the most neglected part in all this time. Uncle goose told us about this country before leaving from Siberia,’ Houbara sighed.
'Aa...I remember he told an interesting fact about afghan kids who migrated to neighbouring counties. These beautiful Afghan children were constrained to become beggars or doing low rated works in those countries. They usually plucked food stuff from or near trash bins or asked for 'sookha roti' (left over food) at doors to famish their hunger . The mothers of host countries mention these kids while feeding best to their kids like; look at these healthy and beautiful Afghan kids who eat leftover and you're such feeble. No one rarely considered for a second that how these ill fed and uneducated kids are going to survive in long harsh life as adult. Really the children in countries at war live and learn whole life in their childhood,' Crane gazed around. 
Now which way to go? It's about to dark all around. I think we have left Afghanistan,’ after flying for two hours Siberian crane stopped at dusty dome of any mausoleum.
'Not yet, I think. These are the mausoleum of Ghaznvi's at Ghazni, Afghanistan. The 11th century remarkable rulers,' Houbara read a rusted board across a dirt road. 'Fog is overwhelming everything. we have no option other than to stay here at night...,'
TO BE CONTINUED

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