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Dateline ACTAfghanistan 1401"The sky is too high and the ground is too hot"Aloysius
Milon Khan, Peshawar, November 2001 The two women, both widows, and the small boy arrived in Peshawar,
Pakistan, a few weeks ago. Magan (45) her daughter Giti (20) and Giti's
four and a half year son have been searching for food and shelter
ever since. So far they have not been successful, still roaming the
city looking for jobs and a suitable place to stay in this crowded
city. When asked where they stayed and what they ate the night before Magan
says, "We spent the night under a roof of a mosque called Pavaka in
Peshawar - the families living around there were kind enough to provide
us food to eat and water to drink." Magan talks about herlife in Kabul before she became a refugee. "I
used to work as a maid for a rich family in Kabul and washed clothes
for others to earn a living. The family provided us a small room to
stay in their big house. When the US-led attack started my employer
decided to leave Kabul and when they left I had to vacate the house.
In the mean time we were roaming around. Tension engulfed me and one
day, due to high blood pressure, I fell down and injured my left leg,"
she recounts. "There was no work, no food and the terrifying bombing very much
scared us and we decided to leave Kabul." She carries on, tears rolling down her face, " We took a vehicle
from Kabul and travelled to Turham border and crossed over to Peshawar.
I had to pay Rs 690 in total - Rs 230 for each person - for the transport.
That was practically all the money I had saved from my work in Kabul.
Now, I do not have any money left to pay for treatment of my the leg.
I have to walk on one leg. " Magan has joined the many others waiting in front of the UNHCR office
in Peshawar to register her family and hopefully receive some help
from the agency. When asked whether she would to go back to Kabul when the war stops
she says, " I have no intention to go back to Kabul. I have no property,
no work and no close relatives there. I have nothing to rely on even
if I go back. I want to stay in Pakistan. I will try to seek political
asylum here." Magan says, that her husband was killed by drug traffickers in Kabul
five years ago. He sold vegetable. Still crying she describes her life now, "The sky is too high and
the ground is too hot to live on this earth. I am in a state of uncertainty.
I have a young widow daughter and her child. We do not have any male
member to assist. I cannot even beg because I do not wear the traditional
veil and in Pakistan even beggers have to wear the veil." "I am helpless and hopeless but I pray that God will help our country
Afghanistan ", she says. Like Magan and Giti and Giti's little boy, this is the story of millions
of people left homeless by years of drought, civil unrest and now
a fullscale war on Afghanistan.
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