By: Habib Sangar
Monterey CA
The university itself is located
right across the Kabul river to the left and Kabul - Jalalabad highway to the
right. This is one of the most beautiful campuses I have ever been to. The
natural and ragged beauty surrounding this area has its own distinct attributes
that would be hardly found elsewhere. Only a mile or so towards the west, there
is the end tail of popular Black mountain, while the spectacular view of White
mountain, even though it’s laid hundreds of miles to the south, can be enjoyed
from the every corners of the campus. The Darunta electrical dam, which
electrifies Jalalabad city, and including this beautiful campus, has provided
an amazing destination for the students as well as for the people to go and
enjoy the waterfall as well as the delicious fried fish which is served out there.
However, despite of its natural beauty and attractiveness, the
campus establishments and infrastructure have largely remained unchanged since
the Taliban collapsed. The building to the right reminds me of one of the
furious days I had ever experienced while I was student during the savage
regime of Taliban. In the one of the middle rooms on the second floor, a number
of my classmates and I were playing cards when we suddenly heard screaming as
it was echoed all around the building. As I got out to check who were screaming,
I glanced a small group of Taliban were beating whoever they could locate in
the building. It was noon-prayer time. As per their rules, we were not supposed
to be there at that specific moment. Everyone, including those who wanted to
stay and pray at their rooms, should have gone to the near mosque to pray
instead. As my heart was bleeding out for those poor students who hadn’t been
able to manage escaping those absurd and cruel people, I myself along with
other friends were trapped in the middle of nowhere to be saved. Thinking of
our options, we either had to submit ourselves to their horsewhip or to jump from
the second floor because the exit was already securely blocked so that no one
could walk away unpunished. Of course, the way they were brutally beating those
innocent students was not something I could bear. Without any further delay, I
rushed to the backside of the room and looked down from the window to see if I
could jump down. The small elevation that was created as result of wastage
thrown by the students in the backside helped us not to get hurt. Even though
throwing garbage and trash in such a way was not something that every student
would want to do, but presence of different students coming from different part
of the countries made it hard for the folks there to avoid doing it, but
unfortunately they still do this.
When I touched the ground, for a moment I thought if I had
broken my legs. They were both numbed and I couldn’t move them. However, with
the help of one of my fellow classmates I could stand up and slowly started running.
God knows what would have been our situation if we were fallen to the hands of
those careless people. Staying at rooms during prayer time itself was something
punishable, but the severity of our punishment would have gotten so high if we
were caught playing cards. Playing cards was considered a sign of gambling. We
had no passion for gambling nor did we have the money to gamble. Our families
only paid us the specific amount of money that we needed to spend on our
commuting transportation. Thus, playing cards was the only thing to entertain us.
As this photo came across my way recently, it not only reminded
me the dark and sad part of past memory I had encountered 14 years ago as
university student, but notice how bad the condition of these buildings are,
likewise, has poured more salt on the injuries I, like many other afghans,
sustained from these years of conflict and bloodsheds. Despite huge influx of
money into the country, it’s indeed very shameful to see these buildings
unchanged. Not only this particular one, but also the law school, where I went
as a student, has not received any attention yet. More than 200 students of
each of the four-year classes utilize the establishments, especially the
classrooms that once were not larger enough to accommodate 50 students when I
was studying. God knows how these poor students have managed to breathe while
they are in class for the lecture. Library and similar resource centers, which
are very essential part of universities, are in very dire need of support. Even though there have been some signs of
construction, such as construction of buildings for agriculture, literature
school, looking to the historical importance of this university and the
potential it still has to offers for training and enhancement afghan capacity, more
attention has to be paid to improve and facilitate learning and teaching
conditions for the students and professors.
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ReplyDeleteAn interesting post I must say. The building looks so barren as if tired of endless waiting for the good times to return. I like Afghan culture and after reading books by the celebrated author, Khaled Hosseni, I got to more abt the wonderful country. I can imagine the pain you would be going through and the nostalgia. I hope and pray that prosperity returns as soon as possible to Afghanistan. One day, this campus will be as good as before :)