I was going to write about the road to terror this week and words like Muslim Majority Countries that are being used without a lot of knowledge about what that really means, but instead I decided to write about the beauty of these countries as I have experienced it.
Very few places in the United States are as remote as most places in Afghanistan, except possibly most of the Native American Reservations, where most Americans have never journeyed.
If you read about Afghanistan these days you will hear about concerns that it will become a “failed state” but consider, maybe they are looking at a different definition of success than what we originally carved out for them.
I have never seen a people who come from so little dream so big. They dream about a place where women can where a headscarf and makeup, where a boy can go to school and learn the Koran and a place where there version of American Idle is boys and girls competing in Koran recitation.
Central Asia Slipped Into My Heart
Central Asia slipped into my heart
sometime when I wasn’t looking
at the horror,
The arid still beauty,
the brightly colored tribal clothing
hidden under burkas
In the starving face of every Taliban child-soldier
I witnessed the determination of a people
to do more than just survive.
I couldn’t save your starving children
even through the fluid I pushed
into their veins,
Even the nutrition
I pumped into their swollen bellies
In a field or hospital tent,
warrior’s blood flowed through my hands
from both sides of the struggle.
to the mission,
the art in their craft of conflict,
Not cold in frozen emotion,
instead I saw
flaming blue heat,
A testament to
the fiery passion
of their conviction.
Could America burn through
this level of despair, desperation,
to plant hope and nurture dreams?
I go outside in the early morning quiet
back in the green wooded landscape
of my American home,
In a heartbeat
I am there
in the burning dry air of summer.
There is no way
I will ever completely
leave that place,
It has woven itself permanently
into every fiber of my being,
and penetrated every cell.