in Mr Karimzai’s guest house II

What else happend during my stay:

Nisar, 37, is one of the sons of Mr Karimzai, works at the ministry of high education. He is father of 8 kids. When his first kid was born, he had a little hole in his heart. With four month he died. Then 3 girls followed. Another 3 boys. So the last girl is born just 3 month ago and again diagnosed, during my stay here, with a hole in the heart. Nisar has also a heart disease. The daughter has now to be operated as soon as possible. The operation can be done only in India or Pakistan and cost around 6.000 $.  Together with flight costs and so on and a 3 weeks stay for mother and daughter he calculates with 8.000 $.  He was able to get 5.000 $ from a friend, trying to organize the rest somehow.  Not so easy in a poor country with a income of 200 or 250$ monthly if there are lucky. Lucky coincidence. Nisar is now for 6 weeks anyway in Delhi, buisiness trip.

Nisar is also a founder of a little peace organisation. The name is ORPS and located in front of his home. The office is fully equipped but still need a real activity. Nisar is looking for the right start energy. One of his ideas is to support women, what is so needed in this country, but so super difficult to establish. I spoke earlier with Dill, the girl who helped me to organize a place to stay. She was working at a womens right NGO, but had to leave because she was threatend.  Nisar asked me if I would know some women, who maid help in this, and I knew some, all the once who walked with me and especially Verena from Leipzig/Heidelberg (I know her from Armenia). But who can do this job allone here? This is only possible in a team and needs so much patients……. Anyway. Who is interested can contact at www.orps.org.af   (Nisar Karimzai)

One day one of the guest here told me a story. He himself is here, because of some family issues, which could not been solved since 3 years. His name is Pobad. One day I came with a box of dates he and offered them around. So he told the story. He was one day in the mountains around with his car, when there was a (Taliban-attack) He was running into the mountains. The only thing he carried was a box of dates. These dates are so nourishing, he said. He devided the box in 5 portions and stayed for 5 days away from any road there. Hiding. Every day he had his portion, but not water at all. After 5 days he came down again and drank some water from his cooler. There was no other water….. But he survived. He by himself was also once injured, but not that time.

Lots of people have stories here about being  hit by a bullet or so. The cook in the hostel, where I stayed before is one of them.. …..

Some days ago I went for a visit back to the Royal Hostel. I had a nice chat with Attel. Later we went also to a wedding party. Men and women celebrate separate and most people are so bored. We could witness a nice trible dance, would have loved to join in, but it looked a bit difficult. So we waited with 600 other men for the dinner. The women celebrated in the other hall. Even to see the bride we could not, only the groom. That’s not allowed…….

Another time I saw Davood at the hostel. He gave me really a relaxing time, I wasn’t in a good mood. After a little chat he wanted to see my Facebook posts. After nothing new, we went to watch his post on his phone. Here and there he had some girl fotos popping up. Some of them were half naked, the others covered and with hijab. All the covered once he liked, for all the other once he had a comment: ‚dangerous‘. Sometimes he pointed to the but ‚dangeroues‘, to the breast ‚dangerous‘ or to the open hair ‚dangerous‘. It amused me to much. We both laught a lot. I was really recovered after seeing him. So good. Thanks Davood.

One evening I saw by chance a video from Osho. I never see videos from Osho, I follow more, as you maybe now, www.mooji.org But somehow I pushed ‚play‘. Obviously some questioner has ask a question, but you could not see the person and Osho was replying. He said, it’s good when you come to a stage, where there are no questions anymore. And that somehow resonated so deep in myself: yes I have this place in me, and there are no questions arising anymore, no need for any further question……. I started crying. ….. emptiness of questions, emptiness…….