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How my eldest brother was killed?
A word to remember and a lesson to be learn.
A true story which happened in my
family. A true tragedy which broke my family’s heart and the words can not
express the “amount” of sadness and deep grief which my family felt and faced!
My father said: “the martyrdom of my son broken my backbone” My
mother said: “the shading of the tears blinded my eyes”
Background:
It was the 19th of October
with the year 1988,
there was a big family which was called Safe’s family (My family). There were
eight children members of the family. Four of them were girls and the rest were
boys. The boy names are: Sharef Ahmad, Saffuddin, Abdul Ali and Uzbullah. The
girls name are Bibi Sawda, Saddiqa, Bibi Jan and Sonam-now all of them are
married and have their own children- The family were happy, wealthy and
healthy.
The eldest member of the family was a boy;
his name was Sharef Ahamad. Sharef was born in 1977 in Panjshir Valley -was 20
years old .He moved to Kabul in 1980 and was living in Shar-e-Kona(Old City).He
completed his school in “Bayhaqi School” which is situated in Shar-e-Kona(Old
City). Sharef was a good wrestler (Palwan) .He had several matches in Kabul’s stadium, and won
many and lost some. He was enthusiastic of sport, and was working part-time in
our shop which my father had in Troops Centre (Qawah-e- Markaz).
My father was a businessman and had some
shops in Troops Centre (Qawah-e-Markaz). He has been living all his life in Kabul city. He is really
a metropolitan person, who likes the city so much. Our life was comfortable,
luxurious and cool.
Sharef was busy with his study and his sport
activity. It was Babrak Karmal regime(Communist Period) .If any young school boy
was failed in the school, he forcefully(compulsorily) would sent to the front
line(battlefield) for military servicing (Haskari).Sharef was working very hard
in his school to not fail and would not face a bad consequences and would send
to the front line (battlefield).
Sharef had too many friends from Shar-e-
Kona, from his school and from his business place as well. One of his best
friends his name is Farhad from Kabul.
Farhad was a very handsome, well educated and polite person .They were going to
school, shopping, park, cinema, sport, and parties always together. Basically,
they were living two hearts in the same body! They bond to each-other deeply.
Sharef had another best friend his name was Matten.
He was a very gentleman and wrestler .He was from Panjshir as well. Matten was
working in Troops Centre (Qawah-e-Markaz) with Russian troops. He had a car-part
business shop there.
In Karmal regime, the Russia troops
occupied everywhere the country, cities, villages and districts. The ordinary
people were annoyed from their arrogances and foolishness .They were very powerful
regime on the face of the earth in that time! The military, economy, political
and education system were in their hands. The regime was a remote control in
their hand as well.
Tragedy:
It was a cold winter, the snow was falling
down magically, the street was full of the snow, the cars were covered by the
beauty of snow, and people were doing their business as usual. My father, me, Saffuddin,
Sharef and Matten (Sharef's friend) were all inside in our shop .We were
talking about our business and, Sharef was talking with Matten about his school
exam’s result .Sharef was saying that “he passed the hard exam”. Sharef was
joking with Matten and told him that “My friend! Prepare yourself for the military
service (Haskari), because you failed in the exam…” He also mockingly added
“Despite you gave your teachers some gift as bribe, they failed you” How funny?
Laughing...Huh huh... and they were exchanging some more words between each
other.
In this sweet time, the door of our shop was
opened calmly.-Our shop was a beautician shop. There were perfume suits, jeans,
cloths, watches and something like this- It is called (Banjara Shop) -My father
ordered Safuddin to serves the customer. The customer was a Russian Commander.
Russian Commander and killing
sense:
The Russian Commander had a high rank in army
according to the police investigation later on. He was in his Jeep when his
suitcase was stolen by the street gangs. The commander became very angry and
drunk Vodka as much as he could. He became totally drunk and out of his control!
As I said earlier on the above, the door of our shop was calmly opened and
Saffudin politely approached him and asked for the help, if he needs. The
reaction of the commander was very strange. “Do you need any help”? Sharef
requested him very politely. He did not reply .He was wondering suspiciously
and strangely. The commander asked wildly “where was my suitcase”? Matten,
Sharef’s friend replied calmly and friendly: What suitcase”? Do you need
suitcase to buy”? Matten asked him. “We are not selling suitcase here, in this shop”
Matten said: The Russian Commander asked harder and louder-with a heavy and
drunk voice- “Where was my suitcase and who did take my suitcase”? Sharef
replied him:” What are you talking about? We are not selling suitcases here”
The Russian commander angrily pull out a nasty black pistol which is called -in
Farsi (Tofang cha Makarov).You can see in his wild and greenish eyes no mercy
and was totally drunk! Matten approached himself to tell him some thing, without
any pause he-the commander-punched him very harshly in his face. Matten as
quickly as he could opened the door of the shop and escaped out of the shop. My
father was sitting; than he, immediately stood up and asked Sharef: to pull the
Russian criminal out of the shop. My father told him “Sharef get him out of
here” Sharef was a sportive and strong boy. When he approached the Russian
Commander .The cruel and merciless Russian shot him in the head. Sharef calmly
said: Allah! Than collapsed on the floor of our shop…!
We heard a shot and the collapse of our
brother and my father jumped and graped the Russian criminal. The Russian commander
shot three bullets on the air as well to scare and scatter us and escape from
the crime sense! My father was wrestling with him and prevents him to not shot
my father or not shot me or my other brother. My father was struggling to open
the door and the Russian pointing on him the gun, luckily the door was opened
and my father jumped out of the shop. Matten, my father and the Russian
criminal got out of the shop. I and Safuddin with Sharef dead body are inside
the shop! The condition was extremely sad and out of explanation indeed! The
Russian killer following my father and shooting him on the street. Luckily he
failed to kill my father. He shoot a painter and shoot a shopkeeper as well,
but they did not fortunately hurt .They escaped .He was shooting any one that
he seeing on his way. No one was hurt and eventually, he with his cold blood
went to his centre (Qawah-e-Markaz) Russia Troops Centre. The centre was –about
200 meters-far from our shop.
The reaction of my family:
When my father brought Sharef’s dead body
from our shop. It was painful, mournful and
saddens time. No one can ever forget it at all! When we got on the dead body in
our car (Volga), we moved it to our home in Shar-e-Kona (Old City).We
were crying and screaming on the car. My father was the entire time unconscious
.A mechanic his name was Safdar Sha, a friend of my father. He was driving the
car and was with us .He sent my brother Safuddin to bring s wheelchair
(Chaparcat) from our home to carry the body inside the house.
The mechanic (Safdar Sha) warned Safuddin to not cry when he enters the
house. Meanwhile, he told him to ask my family for the wheelchair (Chaparcat)
if -my suppose mum asked- what is wrong. And why you want a wheelchair. You
must tell her Sharef had an accident with the car and his leg was broken that
is it .Finally, Saffuddin went to the home as quickly as he entered the house;
he burst in tears and screamed that bring the wheelchair!! Wheelchair!! He
shouted several times. Every one of my family-sisters and brothers-came to the
ground-floor and they asked fearfully “what was wrong oh my God”?!! Saffudin
could not pretend to tell them Sharef leg was broken .He told them with tears
and fears “Sharef got martyrdom”Sharef was
killed by a Russian”Safuudding screamed and cry out! And he repeated this words
several times!
As my beautiful mother heard what Saffuddin said: she became unconscious
for a while. When she became OK, the dead body of my brother was already on the
ground-floor with his reddish and innocent blood on his handsome face like a
“red rose” in a calm garden! Sharef was a complete young and innocent student!!
Miracle:
My mother was pregnant .She got birth on the same night which my dead
brother was on the center of the house and hundred of friends and families were
crying. Despite, my mother was sick and she did not care what she was feeling
pain of child-birth! It was really painful and tragedy in fact! A bad memory neither
forgot us and nor will be forgotten! Luckily, my mother give birth a baby-boy
and we called him later on Sharef Jan! He is now 20 and living in
Afghanistan-Kabul.
All the family spent with Sharef dead body 24 hours, eventually we
berried his corps in cemetery which is called Tapa Maranjan (Maranjan Hill).
Farhad madness:
As I told in the begging of the story that, Sharef had tow best friend. Mr.Farhad
and Mr.Matten. Farhad was ridding a bicycle and coming from a hill side and he
was informed by some his friend that Sharef was killed... He lost his control
and had a bad accident. He was crying so much and became a total crazy because
of his best friend Sharef. He spent almost 3 years in Ali-a-abad Hospital
(mental hospital).He was beating and eating himself. He was hand-cuffed and
feet-cuffed and put in the chins for several months and was beating up by the
hospital staves... Only when my father was visiting him, he would be calm and
cry, otherwise, he got a wild and predatory human being! Gradually, he got
better but not as better as it was expected. Farhad was suffered so many years
and did not cure properly and he was half-human being and remains for several
years half-mad person! Farhad life shattered entirely, he was constantly crying
and weeping of Sharef.
Negligent of the regime:
After we berried the dead body
and completed the faunal. My father decided to find the criminal (Russian
commander) who murdered my innocent brother. My father spent nearly two years
with a lot of efforts .He spent a great deal of time and money, but the regime
was completely submissive, stooge and corrupted and did not give any fruitful
result at all! It was a total lost in our family history. Eventually, the other
Russian commanders warned my father to not come again.” We are losing daily
dozen of our soldier in battle, we are not claming any thing and you lost one
of your sons, and you are coming everyday. Do not come everyday, otherwise we
will send you on frontline” Finally, my father give up.
Conclusion:
Now, you can judge .How the
dreadful situation was when we lost a precious, handsome, sportive, kind,
educated and great member of our family. No one did care about it in the
government. How many others were killed and murdered like Sharef God knows
better…God bless Sharef and other martyrs as well!
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Friday 18 May 2007 و ساعت 07:17 PM توسط Delawar
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