Voices from Afghanistan

Silk Roads and Siamese Smiles

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I had gone to the bazaar to buy a movie to watch. They were banned but you could still get them. While I was walking home, a talib stopped me. I had the movie in my hand which was tucked inside my jacket. He asked me what I had in my hand. I told him it was a movie. The talib told me to give him the movie and to come with him. I asked him where we were going. He told me he was taking me to his base. I refused. I told him; “I’m not going to just go with you.” He was carrying a big stick and he started beating me with it. He hit me on the back, across my face, on my head. A few other talibs joined in and beat me until I was bleeding about my head. My nose was busted. They took…

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