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In reply to the discussion: To Boston. From Kabul. With Love. [View all]Ola.
(7 posts)This is the story behind my photo series To Boston. From Kabul. With Love.
When I left Boston for Afghanistan nearly 6 weeks ago, it was with some trepidation the first Ive felt after several filming trips here. Why now? Perhaps because the Afghanistan Im visiting this Spring is not the same as the country I traveled to in 2001/2002, 2006 and 2009. It has experienced a decade of war, and Ive seen firsthand how the outlook has changed among so many from one of cautious hope for a better future to one of grim acceptance that this last painful, protracted period of violence and political upheaval may still not yield freedom from oppression in this country.
Just last week I woke up to frantic emails and texts from home after the worst insurgent attack in the country in over a decade. Yes, Im fine. Safe. I wrote to family and friends, assuring them that I was far from the violence. Today, when I grabbed my phone off the bedside table, I thought I was re-reading one of my own texts: Were ok. And everyone we know is safe. But instead it was a message from my husband, Dennis, assuring me that he and our 5-year-old daughter were fine. Boston. Attacked. It was still is hard to comprehend. Like so many others, I have experienced the pure joy and pain of crossing the Boston Marathon finish line, and I felt heartbroken for the victims and for our little city. I also felt a deep sense of longing to be home.
I decided I wanted to send some love from 6500 miles away. Before leaving the house, I made the sign, To Boston / From Kabul / With Love and planned to take one picture of me holding it. But as I talked to people here about what had happened many had heard the news I saw the pain in their faces, and reminders of their own hardships. They said, Im so sorry, with that defining head shake that doesnt need another word of explanation; it says, I understand.
Frozan Rahmani, a program officer for CARE International, was especially emotional, Every time I hear about attacks happening whether its in the United States, Pakistan, England or here, I became too sad. All those people had hopes and dreams for their futures. Their parents had hopes and dreams for their futures. It doesnt matter that we experience this more often here. No one should experience any of it ever. Its always the innocent who suffer.
She paused. I wish there was something I could do.
There is, I said. Would you be willing to hold this sign to send a little love from Kabul?
http://principlepictures.com/blog/2013/04/17/the-story-behind-the-pictures/