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مردگیش درگ نداره راوی: خدیجه عزیزی (دختر کاکا) قربانی: حسن زمان حادثه: ۱۳۷۷ مکان حادثه: مزار شریف [نامم] جدیجه [و تخلصم] عزیزی [است] آری. [شهید نامش] حسن [است]. پسر کاکایم می‌شد و ایورم. یگان ۲۵ ساله بود که شهید شد. در خود یکاولنگ، در قریه زارین متولد شده بود. [حسن] غریب کار بود دهقانی نمی‌کرد، گاهی وقت دهقانی هم می‌کرد، مقصد کار می‌کرد در شهر ملک‌ها کار می‌کرد. گاهی به مزار می‌رفت گاهی به کابل، بامیان [برای کار کردن می‌رفت]. [محل شهادتش] مزار [شریف است]. حسن وقتی که به شهادت رسید همرایش یک بچه خاله‌اش و یک بچه عمه من یک بچه تغه/طغه من هم بود همه‌اش در مزار غرق شدند. 1 [در حمله طالبان به مزارشریف] شهید شد. کارگری، آری در مزار برای کارگری رفته بود. [حادثه] سرِبهار بود، آری سربهار. [همان سال ۱۳۷۷] البته، من آنقدرش را نمی‌فهمم. نه، درس نخوانده بود فقط یک سیاهی خوان بود، درس نخوانده بود. آری [خانه‌اش در] سرآسیاب بود. نه، نه قبرش سرگُم رفت ما ندیدیم. (نامفهوم) ما دیدیم که شهید شد، خیلی کسان [دیگر هم شهید شد] همان بچه خاله‌شی همین بچه عمه من همین‌ها هیچ مردگی‌اش درک ندارد. خیلی دیر بعد قوم‌ها جمع شد گفت ما به چشم خود دیدیم کشته شد. آری گفتند طالب‌ها کشته بچُوم که چه رقم کشته. خبر داشتیم یک عکس سیاه و سفید از کابل روان کرده بود، همینطور یگان نشانی روان می‌کرد احوالش را یگان دکاندار می‌آورد، گاهی خودش می‌آمد. تیرماه [خبر شدیم] و پدر و مادرش را شنواندیم. مادرش سهو شد از آن پس خیلی دیوانگی می‌کرد، گپ‌های ایله کاله می‌گفت بیچاره. آری از خاطر همان [مرگ نوجوانش] آب یخ می‌خورد دیگر چیزی خورده نمی‌توانست. بیخی شب در خانه نمی‌آمد روز تا بیگاه و شب تا صبح را می‌گشت و می‌گفت دلم سرخ می‌آید؛ همینطور می‌گشت بیچاره. پدرش خوب بود، غنیمت بود به اندازهٔ مادرش کُوتو نمی‌کرد. [وقتی پدر و مادرش را خبر کردند بعد از آن آنها هیچ سرقبرش نرفتند چون] او گم شد، هیچ قبر نداشت. خیلی آدم خوبی بود، کارگر بود، زحمتکش بود، یگان کَرَد می‌آورد، ما خیلی... آنطور که... گاه چیز نبود یک روغن نباتی ایلفی بود در همان دوره، برنج پرمل بود، کار که می‌کرد از آنها به ما می‌آورد، خوب بود، خیلی بچه قاش‌واز بود. خانه نمی‌نشست. آنجا کار کردن می‌رفت، گاهی غزنی می‌رفت، گاهی کابل گاهی بامیان. آری مجرد بود، خانه دار نبود. دایم او را ازبک می‌گفت، سید و هزاره به نام اوزبک می‌شناخت، قد بنلد داشت و خوبشی بود. او دایم کوله پکول سر می‌کرد. پَک گُم شد. یکدانه قاشق داشت، قاشق قدیمی ارمنه که از او بود. یک ساعتش تا بعدها بود [اما] خراب، اگر بچه‌ها بیرون نینداخته باشند. [پدرش] آری دو سال شده فوت کرده، مادرش یک دو سال پیش [از پدرش فوت کرد] یعنی چهار سال می‌شود. آری [مادرش تا آخر عمر] یادش را می‌کرد. مادرش از همان خاطر مریض شد، پای درد شد، کم فکر شد، خیلی کم فکر شد. آری [وقتی زنده بود با پدرش خرج خانه را فراهم می‌کردند]. پدرش که ماند هم در گردن او(شوهر خدیجه عزیزی) بود و مادرش هم. زیاد نفر که قتل شد هیچ کس هم جستجو نتوانست که پیدا شود، از هیچ کس پیدا نشد. نه، نه هیچ چیزی نگفت [روزی که طرف مزار می‌رفت] او که می‌رفت از دشت می‌رفت و هیچ در قصه‌اش هم نبود که خبر کنم یا نکنم هیچ در غمش نبود، می‌رفت همانطور. آری [نترس بود] هیچ در غمش نبود. ما آنجا را ندیدیم، می‌گفتیم کجایه؟ [می‌گفتند] کابله! کابل را ندیدیم، مزار را همین حالا هم ندیده‌ام، کابل را هم آنطور ندیدیم یک بار همانطور گذری رفتیم. می‌رفت همانجا، ما دیگه سیاسریم ندیدیم که کجا می‌رود یا نمی‌رود. باز می‌آمد، می‌رفت، قدیم یک خط می‌آمد. تلفن نبود، نه برق بود نه تلفن بود هیچ چیز هم نبود. در اول [حکومت] کرزی جنراتور پیدا شد که برق آمد. خانه که می‌آمد هیچ قصه نمی‌کرد، هیچ چیز نمی‌گفت.

He Died from Attack Helicopter Bullets

Husniya Khademi is a housewife and is the third narrator of this incident. She is narrating from her mother’s perspective. This story tells of the massacre in Bamiyan during the Soviet occupation. Many lost their lives at that time and bodies were buried in mass graves.

Narrator: Husniya Khademi (granddaughter of a sibling)

Victim: Reza Bakhsh Zawar (43-years-old)

Place of incident: Shahidan, Bamiyan Province

Date of incident: 1979

In spring of 1979, the Soviet soldiers shot him to death in the Shahidan area of Bamiyan Province. Reza Bakhsh Zawar was born in Norka Village, Sia Dara area of Bamiyan Province. During the years of the Soviet attacks, my mother’s uncle went to Shahidan area to look after his nephew. As a result of the rounds of fire by Soviet attack helicopters on the people of Shahidan area, he, along with forty other people, were killed. One bullet hit his head and the other hit his chest. The dead bodies remained on the ground for several days until the Soviet attacks calmed down, after which the people gathered to bury all the bodies in a mass grave without any graveclothes.

My mother’s uncle (Reza Bakhsh Zawar) was a farmer. He was married with a daughter and a son. His parents had died previously and he did not have any siblings. His body was left where he had died for a week. His wife did not know about his death, but after my father went to that area and came back, he informed her. His wife left the village one month after his death. Their house, which my uncle is taking care of, is still there to this day. The widow was the breadwinner of the family and they migrated to Iran where she worked to support two of her children. Afterward, her son broke his leg in a traffic accident and he can no longer work. Also, my mother’s aunt, who had cancer, went to Iran but passed away in the spring of 2019. She left behind two sons and two daughters.

The life of Reza Bakhsh Zawar’s widow was good in Iran at the beginning, but her son’s (Asad) traffic accident has caused a toll on them. The victim’s widow passed away last year in Iran, and her daughter also passed away this year. Asad is married and has one daughter. He is forced to provide for her despite his physical disadvantage.

Let's never go back to our past

Narrator: Abdul Raziq Rezaei

Victims: Abdullah and Abdul Karim

Time of the incident: 2001

The place of the incident: Dahan kanak village, Yakawlang district, Bamyan province

The name of the victims: Abdullah my father, aged 45-47, I don't remember the exact age of my father and my uncle Abdul Karim, he was 30-35 years old. They lived in Dahan kanak village, Yakawlang district. They were farmers.

My father was learned something from mullahs at home, he could only read the Quran. Abul Kakrim had attended "Dehsur" high school until the eighth grade. Due to these riots, these wars, he had left school. Both of them were married. My father had three sons, whose eldest son is me, his second son is named Samad, and his third son is named Nader. My father had three daughters, whose eldest daughter is named Hanifa, his second daughter is Sima, and his third is Soghara. My uncle Kakaim had four sons and daughters, His eldest son is Reza, his second son is Enayat, his eldest daughter is Laiqa, and his second daughter is Sabra. All were peasants/farmers and all lived in Dehne kanak.

It was 2001, that the Taliban came and took Yakavalang, the war ended... Khalili's forces went to Chaman. There they burned the villages and captured my father and another person named Ibrahim, and took them to the battle in Chahar Deh. Taliban was defeated there and came to Dahan kanak again, brought my father and uncle back to the village, tight them back to back under the road and fired on both/killed them.

When Taliban arrested my father, we fled to Punjab having no knews about my father. People told me that your father was killed, although it was dangerous to come to the area, we, however came and took the corpse of three martyrs with a small number of friends. We could not bury them in our ancestral cemetery, we took him to Sare kanak( a nearby village) graveyard.

during the migration period, all the people were vigilant to what is happening in Yakawlang, the houses and shops were burnt down, many people were killed.

My father's body remained under the sun shine [where he was killed] for a week, no one could come and bury him. When Taliban attacked Yakawlang, my father, told me( I am his elder son) take the family members to Panjab district, I would come after you, he stayed because of our livestock up there in Qeshlaq(pasture land, where people take their cattle/livestock ). We could only save our lives, not the live stocks. Unfortunately we have lost our father and every other thing we had in the village.

According to my cousin, four days after we( family ) left our village, my father was killed. As said, me, my younger brother Samad and my cousin Mohammd Rahim came from Punjab to Sarma Qol during the night. At night, we took five more people from Sarma Qol, we came and transferred the bodies at night in Sare kanak. The people of Sarkanak cooperated with – Thanks them, may God protect them – with them, we buried the corps.

We brought the family back when the Taliban attacked the American twin towers, it was September 11th, it was the beginning of the cold season. It had snowed once or twice. We came back home, but nothing remained, our houses were burnt, with empty hands, we started to rebuilt our houses.

Everyone had psychological problem. We had no one, it's very difficult to talk about it. We can't tell you how it went. It was very difficult for the people to live. I had lost a father and an uncle and our economic situation was ruined, our cattle and property were gone. We didn't have money and our situation was very bad, I personally took care of two families with many problems – I had to leave school - it is my responsibility to take care of the two families until today.

Today, my uncle family is living separately, we divided our land, after my uncle, I separated his land, by the grace of God, our agriculture product is good, not bad, but I ended up having a lot of trouble because at that time, people did not trust anyone. Now it has been changed, if neede people give us a loan, at that time no one gave a single rupee to anyone else. Why could not borrow some money? People used to say that the situation in Afghanistan is bad, I may not be able to pay back.

We had this difficult situation. I couldn't bear not to say it, it means that it is very difficult for someone to say it; Yes, those who had a better economy may have lived better, but I myself, who had two families on my shoulders and was empty-handed, someone who didn't have a single rupee, this is how I lived my life.

The little money that we had was in my father's pocket, which were burnt, they had holes drilled in it. It was completely destroyed. in general, it was out of use. My mother endured this situation until today, and today, thanks to the grace of God, our situation is good, and we suffered a lot that day. No one could take care of his family, but I supervised two families...

I was a child who did not understand anything about what to do. I went through that difficult situation alone. We struggled with a difficult life that no one can imagine, but some people are good, maybe they can. [Before this incident] I had no responsibility, but once two families were shouldered by one person without a single rupee in his pocket, imagine for yourself what the situation was like. You asked me, and told you, I could not control myself not to say, I beg your pardon.

Where did I find out about your uncle? When my father was martyred, I didn't know about my uncle, people didn't tell me anything. I buried my father, we couldn't be bothered there again, so we went to Panjab and again, my friends told me that you should come once, I had a bad feeling, because my uncle family was here in Panjab. As soon as he sent the message that "come once" I fell from the sky to the ground, I said what happened that he asked me again.

I came to Yekavlang again, I went to "Sar Maqol" village, the only place I could go. People had fled to Sar Maqol. I went there again, I asked my friends about the situation, and they said that the situation is good [but] let's go together with you, they say that your uncle has been captured. Well, we came, we gathered our friends and decided to find some elderly men and meet the Taliban who captured my uncle. When we came here, one of the friends said that the Taliban had captured your uncle, they took him to your village, they killed your uncle on a pass named “Larasi go and take your martyr from there. The people of Sangardost(one of the local Taliban) gave us a soldier to guide us there, showed us that my uncle corpse had dried up, we took it to Dahan kanak and buried him there. Ah, I wish they would had killed him [only], they have cut off his hand, cut off from here (showing his elbow), and cut off his leg from the knee. We took him and buried him in our village.

By God, at that time, we had no idea what we were doing because we were children, we had no idea what the Taliban meant, what they were doing, we had no idea, they just said that the Taliban had come and killed people. this much. Because we were children, we didn't feel, we didn't understand what the Taliban means? We thought that Talib means "student" not more than that, right? But when they came and set fire to the houses, killed the people, we thought that a human had not come, a savage had come, what were you doing to the innocent people, with the houses, No one has anything to do with the housed, but they destroyed and burned every single houses.

Yes, my mother is alive. Thanks God, my mother, it was my mother who brought us to this stage, otherwise we would have been a bunch of small kids & children. My uncle’s children were also small. My mother gave me an arm and said don't lose yourself, be strong, work hard. My mother supported us and kept telling us, be strong. The reality is that we worked hard, suffered a lot, and Thanks God we are seeing the results today.

I put myself in the place of my father, I left school, I sacrificed my wish and wants for my brothers and my uncles children. I supported my brothers and my uncles’ children to go to school. Thanks God, they are now doing well with their education and lives.

My father, was a normal calm person, he never fought anybody in the village or with family members. He had a sound personality as he never shouted on me ( as I remember) as his younger son, never used bad word against me, but he was a religious person. He used to awake us up to pray our prayers early in the morning and advised us to take fast.

I had no responsibility, didn’t think about life’s ups and downs, everything was on his shoulders, I didn't know where he would earn the livelihood and what he would give us, we would eat and wear only etc. My uncle was young, at that time our lands were not divided, only his house was separated, and he worked as a farmer with my father. Local Taliban were good people, some were Hazaras and Tajiks, but those who came out of Yakawlang, those Talibs do not want Islam at all, they were Wahhabis. These were outsider’s men.

Nothing noticeable left from my father to put them in the "Afghanistan Memory and Dialogue Center". My father had a Qoran and a watch. I have his watch with me now in my pocket and tape recorder named 530, and old model 60/70 years old.

These are the only things left from my father. Nothing left from my uncle but a picture. The photo is a very old one, we enlarged it and put it on the wall, so he should not be forgotten and remain as part of our memory. In reality, we have very bad memories, we never return to our past, we had hard time in the pasts that I cried, we really have a very bitter past, not only for me, but for all the victims, for all the people of Yakavalang, Bamyan and the central regions. We will never return to our past.

We are really happy to have something lasting for us in the museum. I'm happy and, you are welcome, you are all the light of our eyes who think about us and remember us and listen to our words/voices and take them to higher levels. Thank you.

We Still Have Father’s Bullet-Torn Blanket

Jaweda is a student at Bamiyan University. She is sharing the story of losing her father based on how her mother had narrated it to her. She retells the story of hardship that her mother experienced after she lost her husband.

Narrator: Jaweda (victim’s daughter)

Victim: Sayed Mohammad Alam Hussaini

Date of incident: 1998

Place of incident: Bamiyan

His name was Sayed Mohammad Alam Hussaini and he was 23 or 25-years-old. Yes, he was very young. He died on the year as I was born, in 1998. His place of birth and residence was Bamiyan Province and he belonged to the Bedmishkeen area of Yakaolang District. He had studied only until second or third grade. Due to some problems, he was not able to continue his education. He was a farmer by occupation but in his free time, he usually read books and could write as well. After my father’s death, we migrated to Iran for three years. My father died on December 30.

When we migrated to Iran, we did not take any of his belongings or writings with us. After we came back, none of his possessions were there either. I do not have any brothers. It is just my mother and three of my sisters. We did not have anyone to help us so we had no other choice but to leave for Iran. That is why we do not have any of my father’s possessions that I could bring here today with me. There is only one blanket left. When the fighting happened, [my father sent] all of us to the mountains to flee from danger. My mother, three sisters, and I were in the mountains when my father had gone to bring a blanket to keep us warm. It was winter so it was cold. He was moving toward the mountain with the blanket when he was shot at. The bullet struck his back and left a hole through the blanket. I have brought the torn blanket with me today. After going to and coming back from Iran, we no longer had my father’s personal items with us. He had many diaries filled with his writings but he did not have anyone else here to preserve them. He only had us but we had left to Iran at that time.

It is mountainous here and he was struck with a bullet while he was walking towards the mountain. My grandfather and cousins brought us and my father back from the mountain. Afterward, I think my father was alive for one more day because there were no hospitals back then advanced enough to treat a bullet wound like that. Yes, they did not exist back then. After one day, my father passed away in our home in Bedmishkeen area. They [grandfather and cousins] had brought him back home since if he had been shot in his abdomen, he could not be saved. They did not take him to the hospital. He was alive for one day before passing away. Only the families of my cousin and mine went to the mountain, but there was another woman from Bedmishkeen coming toward the mountain with my father. However, she survived and is still alive today. Only my father was lost. We did not stay in the mountain after that. Only my father died.

The first time I heard about the fighting, people were saying that it was not that intense and not many people had been killed. The next time, the fighting was intense [had more casualties too] and maybe that is why it was over sooner. The people returned to their homes from their places of hiding in the mountains. Maybe that is why we also came back home. My grandfather brought us to Akhundu area about one week after the attack. My grandfather, who had become our guardian after my father, along with my three uncles and cousins buried my father. We only had them. My father was buried near a shrine called “Shah Qalandar” in Bedmishkeen area.

My mother was young and she tells us about the problems and hardships that we faced [after my father’s death]. She tells us about the [difficult] life she had. Obviously, my mother was very young. She only had three daughters with only one year gap between them. My mother was very young. She said that when my father died, there were not many casualties. There was no one to emphasize with her and tell her they are with her to support her. There were no such things. My mother fought [for us] all alone and faced many hardships. She even says that we did not even have shoes. She used to patch and sew our shoes together. We had a lot of such problems. When my grandfather was alive, he took us under his guardianship and he used to provide for our living expenses. He had four wives and my father was from his eldest [first] wife. My father did not have full-siblings. He only had one full-sister who lives in Iran. As for my uncles (father’s half-brothers), except for creating problems for us, they do not provide any help. As long as my grandfather was alive, my uncles used to help us. Now that he is no more, we have no one to help us. Three of my sisters are married now. Before that, we used to make hand sown [items] and sell them in the market. Also, before we sold our cow, we used to make ends meet that way.

I do not know the details [of how the incident took place]. I don’t know, maybe when he was fleeing towards the mountain, they were there and fired at him. Other than that, I do not have any more information. My mother says she could not enjoy her youth and how it went. There is a lump in her stomach area and when we ask her about it, she responds that it is all because of grief and sadness. She tells us that it is because of stress and worry that that area has hardened and now she is unwell. Her hands and feet hurt. She has worked a lot and now her wrist joints all hurt. We cannot even afford to treat her. There are some problems which prevents us from taking her to the hospital for treatment and her betterment.

I am a university student now. When I got accepted to the university, I told my mother that I would not go because she did not have the money to give me to go study. She told me to go because God is merciful; He has helped us until now without my father and He shall continue to help us.

I currently live in Bamiyan and with the seven thousand provided for living expenses, I manage. We do not have a financial support or a brother that can work, we only have my mother and she is unwell now. She is old and cannot work to provide for me. She cannot go work and give me money. Currently, with the living allowance that my university provides for me, I manage. My father was a hard worker and used to work in the fields day and night because he was a farmer. He was young back then. I heard from many people, they praised [how hard working] my father was. He was youthful and always used to work hard to provide for his family in an honest manner. Despite that, my mother tells me that my grandfather used to punish my father a lot and used his catchphrase, “may God take you young” a lot. However, I do not know the reason why he used to say that. Even then, my father always respected my grandfather and always worked hard to keep him happy and satisfied. Yes [we have pictures of my father], which one should I bring? Yes, [we live in Bedmishkeen currently] in a single room which my grandfather had given us at that time. My uncles are fighting over that now but we still live in that home.

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