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I wanted to to was to stand up on the soil of a land where rockets did not land on my house in the middle of the night and hold my arms wide and say, ‘Here I am. My name is Najaf Mazari. Do you have a use for me in this country?’ p. 2 What a country I come from! Strangers to the idea of queue-‐jumping, and on top of that, babies are born without anything in writing to prove that they exist! P. 3 Like almost every Afghani, I have witnessed a number of explosions in my lifetime, always unwillingly. Afghanistan has been a type of explosion laboratory over the past three decades. P. 7 I have had the opportunity all my life – not that I ever desired it – to gaze at the impact of explosions on buildings, machinery, bridges, streets, the country side itself and on human beings. P. 8 We were not a family of political Rirebrands; we were suspicious of all the grand claims of salvation made by the government, by the Russians, by the mujahedin. For us, salvation meant a place where we could worship and work. P. 10 Gorg Ali…had an instinctive distrust of Riery speeches, as if he could see that the passion and anger in