Some more pictures from Afghanistan

Down the memory lane .

"Todays moments are tomorrows memories. Since we tend to live more in our memories of past, why not build beautiful memories by living our moments by the ideals that are so dear to our heart."
So says sulu to himself.

These are some more pictures from my Afghanistan sojourn. As I told you all, in my previous post, I was stationed in the South -Western Afghanistan, bordering Iran in a place called Zaranj, which is the capital of Nimroz Province. This is the most backward province of Afghanistan. I met some Americans and French people who were working with some charity foundation, and helping set up orphanages and vocational training courses for Afghani women folk to equip them to generate income for themselves.
To me, these people were the real heroes who had left the comfort of their home and country, and, living among the poorest of Afghanis were working without salary. Only accomodation and journet fair was provided to them, and their friends and families used to fund their stay in Afghanistan. Each of them were donating their time for cause of humanity. Some had come for six months, others for one year or two years. Can we take a leaf out of their life in helping our own people to overcome poverty and ignorance?


1.Myself with an American gentlemen called Mike, who was helping in orphanage and running vocational training courses.

2. Carpet weaving training centre run by an American Charity.

3. Finished weaving product/carpet depicting Afghanistan.

4. Tailoring and emroidery were also taught to Afghani women by some French and American ladies.

5. Training class for beauticians are also run by them.

6. We visit orphanage here. Considering the fact that there is incessant war in Afghanistan, the need for orphanage is immense.Among the boys in the picture are those American and French women with head coverings, my doctor friend, Dr. Raj, in dark googles and another American friend in the back.

7. An Afghani boy from orphanage. The beauty and radiance among the children are universal. Their hopes, their expectant eyes, the glow of youthfull spirit on their face are the hallmark of children everywhere.

8. Myself lost among the Afghani children.

" Long after my body leaves a place, it is in my mind and heart that this place shall continue to live, and it is in their mind and heart that I shall continue to live. How I lived the moments I spent with them, shall determine in which part of their memory, I shall continue to live."

So says sulu to himself.

--- ADIEU ---