There Were 18 Bullet Wounds on His Body Narrator: Parimah (mother) Victim: Qurban Ali Ahmadi Date of the incident: 23 July 2016 Location of the incident: Dehmazang, Kabul City I am the mother of the martyr Qurban Ali. He was a hard-working, decent boy who had laboring jobs. He was almost seven when I first sent him to school. After a while, he said: “Mom, I can't continue going to school because I am the son of a poor family, and I have to provide for our living expenses, so our life will get a little better.” One day, he didn't come home on time. I looked everywhere but I couldn't find him. Back then, we lived in Chindawol. I suddenly saw him sweeping in front of a shop near the Behzad cinema. I went to him and asked him what he was doing there. He said: “I have become an apprentice here.” He worked at the same shop for nine years. The shop owner was from Sheikh Ali. He was a charming and kind person. For almost nine years, he did metalwork in his shop. He had mastered the job, was working in different places, and kept telling me that I should get him a shop so that he could start his own business. But I told him he couldn't run the business alone because the rent on the properety was high, we could not afford the payment, and he could lose money. So he worked with his elder brother. It had taken us a lot of effort to arrange my eldest son’s marriage. Life used to be good at that time, to some extent. Then, after being they had been married two years, my eldest son's wife died. A year later, my husband passed away. After that, the problems followed one after the other. As my eldest son, Qurban Ali, grew older he became quite successful in his profession. He used to make and sell doors and rails. As a result of all his hard work, our living conditions improved. One day, I told him “Only God knows how long I will live. So let me get you married!” I continued and asked him, “how long do you think you can live in your brother's house? It may not work out for much longer" He didn't say anything. So I decided to mortgage my land in my hometown, cashed in my savings, and borrowed two hundred thousand Afghanis from the bank. With the total amount, I managed to get him married. For a year, we lived with Qurban Ali. Then I made my sons go and live separately. I distributed the debt between them. One of my sons got a house