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.
‘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.
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| Afghan children at war |
‘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. |
| walnut at tree in a Afghan orchard |
‘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.'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.
'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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