Afghan blood is cheap
Is it a spill on a rug.
The type that let seep in and say,
“It’s okay, that rug is old. No one will see the stain.”
Your mom would probably notice it.
She bought the rug.
Your dad will probably notice it too.
He loves that rug.
But your friends,
The guests that embrace your house every other year won’t.
It’s okay.
You’ll buy a new one.
Ha.
But you can’t buy a new motherland.
One that is free of invasion.
Occupation.
Free of bombs and bloodshed.
Afghan blood is cheap they say.
A stain on a rug.
The type you let seep in.
The white man says “shoot their savage asses.”
He spills blood.
The stain gets bigger.
The brown man shrugs,
and says “other places go through the same, why should i care?”
He allows the blood to be spilled
The stain gets bigger.
The man in the suit reports on it like it was expected of us.
Your passive aggressiveness is infectious.
The stain gets bigger.
The man leading prayer at the masjid skips over us in his closing duas.
You’re silent.
The stain just got bigger.
My mother notices it.
My father notices it.
I begin to notice too.
Afghan blood is cheap.
A spill on a rug.
A stain.
The type you let seep in.
#KabulStrong May Allah preserve the motherland. May Allah give my people strength, patience and safety. Ameen.
Neghena Hamidi 