A sadness came over me. Returning to Kabul was like running into an old, forgotten friend and seeing that life hadn’t been good to him, that he’d become homeless and destitute.

कहा तक बच सकेगा दिल,
एक दिन तों पकड़ा ही जाएगा,
मोहब्बत का गुनाह किया हैं,
एक दिन सज़ा ज़रूर पाएगा,
~M¥@¶k

When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.

Written By Kate Atkinson

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