I brought ALL of my work home on Thursday. Like I was going to do it all. Umm, no. Not so much.
We had Saturday off for Independence day and it was awesome to have a 2 day weekend.
I need to remind myself that I can’t do everything at home. And won’t. It’ll save my back from lugging all that work around.
Last night, we had a little going-away party for my Kawkoh (uncle) Y. He’s been in Kabul since 2001 and he’s going back to Europe to be with his family. He and my family go way back. He’s my uncles’ childhood friend and quickly assumed the role of Uncle when I first came here 3 years ago.
It’s pretty sad that he’s leaving. Three years ago, he didn’t want to leave. Now he’s leaving with warnings of Afghanistan’s deterioration. It’s unsettling and just plain sad to think that he won’t be here in Kabul.
On Friday, I helped with a JAHAN distribution (link on the right) and then we went over my cousin’s house for a khatem. This time, it is for an aunt who has cancer. It felt longer than the khatem that we did for other relative. At the end of the khatem, during the dedication, I started to cry. I saw a beam of light shoot up from our little table, covered in twister-esq tablecloth and raw kidney beams, ricochet off the sky and turn towards my aunt. She was sleeping in a white hospital bed and the light covered her.
I don’t know if it was just my imagination, but I hope not.
We found out later that she’s doing better. Please say a little prayer for her and my other cousin (previous khatem).