My visit to Kabul

Map of Afghanistan

Map of Afghanistan

As soon as I stepped out of the plane, the strong sun was shining on my face, I felt sweat running down on the side of my cheek and the air smelt of heavy pollution. As the passengers went downstairs, they ran and sat on the floor, leaned down and kissed the dust. They had tears running down their cheeks and a smile on their lips. Later on when I asked my mother why people were kissing the floor, she said these people came Afghanistan after years and really missed it and wanted to show it by kissing the floor. It made them feel welcomed. I understood what she meant, I thought well I really missed my country but I was embarrassed to express my feelings in that way.

Kabul recently

It was extremely hot and sticky, the weather was around 45 degrees and I loved it because it isn’t like this in London. We only get hot weather sometimes, most of the time it’s either raining or it’s very windy and cold.

As soon as I stepped down the plane, I had to wear a long black scarf, cover my face and just show my eyes. My mum completely covered her face even her eyes weren’t showing and the reason for covering our face was because men looked and some even commented inappropriate words . The best way to avoid it is to cover up and not reveal anything and this is done by the majority of women. While being there, clothes I wear here I couldn’t wear over there because people dressed different there compared to here. I wasn’t allowed to wear my skinny jeans or tight dresses, and from here I brought clothes which were not fitted and were baggy to wear it there. I didn’t want to cover my face and I certainly didn’t want to wear baggy clothes but I had to follow the culture till I got back to London. If you dressed like people in Britain then some people would comment and say “oh she’s acting British already” and I thought I should blend in with them while I’m there.

A lady wearing a burqa to cover her face


As I looked around the place on my way home, I realised how much Kabul has changed. Majority of people are poor, families can’t afford to send their kids to school and the children have to beg instead of studying. Most houses were made of mud; some were on mountains and without electricity and water. I

Women begging on the street

thought to myself how did they carry water especially during winter but then later on i found out that some people with a bit of money had a donkey who would carry the water for them. Girls were uneducated, married in a young age, had to have lots of babies and serve her in laws for the rest of her live.
At that moment I felt grateful to live in a place like England where everything is available and easy to access. I can access water any time I want and my home is always warm during winter. I can study as much as I want. I have everything a girl my age in Afghanistan would die for.

child crying

An American Solider with a little child crying


5 Responses to “My visit to Kabul”

  1. Hmm very interesting

  2. Very interesting read. We are very privileged here in England but perhaps also a little ungrateful, not intentionally though. Many people have not seen how other countries have so much less than us and until our eyes are opened to this we will never fully appreciate what we have.

  3. I feel the exact same way about feeling too “westernized” when you go back to your country and have to follow their traditional rules. So I can definitely relate to your blog 🙂 x

  4. This blog touched my heart!

  5. And what are you gonna do about the Taliban? Have you talked to these women? Did you really have to dress up that horrible way? Talk back to the nasty males. Hit them if necessary. Save your country from backwardness.

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