The Only Place...Afghanistan



The only place I would remember is Afghanistan.  A place which is full of dust and heat. A place where blood and tears have streamed down more than rain, for over 30 years. A place where innocent & harmless people have been hurt, wounded and killed because of the long the tragic war and ongoing violence. Lives have shattered. Dreams left unfulfilled and, people forced to beg for food in the dirty rough ground. The women turning widow, children losing a father & mother losing her son. 💔😔🇦🇫
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