The fall of Nation

This is Afghanistan, where people still hope for a peaceful life. But if you look closely, it's like they're zombies – they seem alive and happy, but it's just an act. They're pretending because everything fell apart when the country went through a tough time.

My story begins when the city crumbled, and I was at home. In that moment, I felt like everything was coming to an end, like we were going back in time a hundred years. Then, in just a week, my dad got a message, that we were moving to the Netherlands. Now, let me tell you how it all happened.

First, we traveled from Balkh to Kabul, and it was unfortunate because we had no choice but to leave behind our family, friends, and all the good memories we had built. On the way to Kabul, I was scared of the Taliban. We went through 3 or 4 checkpoints, but thankfully, we were safe. Our journey started at 12:00 in the afternoon, and we reached Kabul at 10:00 PM.

Kabul airport was a tough place to be. More than 50,000 people were there, all wanting one thing – to escape from the darkest regime ever. After that, there was a long trip to the Netherlands.

We spent at least 8 months in different camps – 3 months in an emergency camp with tents and 5 months in an AZC that felt like an apartment.

And now? Well, here I am, looking at my new life in the Netherlands. It's been a difficult journey, leaving behind everything I knew. The memories of Afghanistan, both the good and the challenging, stay with me. But now, there's hope for a better and more peaceful future.