The transition from peaceful, dream-filled sleep to explosions and gun fire is one that shocks you to the core. In that moment, when the world is still fuzzy and unclear in your half awake state, in an instance you are forced back into a dark reality; if only we could control our realities the way our mind and emotions control our dreams.
My shock instantly turned to anger. It was a Friday morning, the holy day. People were innocently and helplessly asleep, just as I had been. I felt angry towards the people that could somehow justify these actions. I felt angry that even on the birthday of the prophet Mohammad, these so-called muslims felt it was a good day to commit these acts. I felt angry at the disrespect and disregard for the Afghan people who only want, more than anything to live a peaceful life.
So yesterday there was a grey cloud hanging over Kabul. The grey smoke filled the air of the city and remained, lingering for hours; my mind filled with greyness which lasted longer than the smoke.
It was six weeks ago that I decided to start writing my blog. It was the attack on Kabul in January that made me want to share with my loved ones the beauty of the country, but I also to share with them my experiences. I hope I never have to write about bad times, but I have a feeling they will come again.
I have an even stronger feeling that the beauty of the country, its people, and my friends here will blow away the greyness and bring the sunshine that we all long for. It is this beauty that forms the silver lining on the grey clouds.
Last weekend was one of these silver linings. It was filled with new experiences, friends, and love. Below are photos of an amazing place in Kabul, Murad Khani. Turquoise Mountain is regenerating the area and I had the pleasure of capturing a glimpse into its future, part of the so-wanted peaceful future of Kabul.