Like shifting sand, so my thoughts.
I just read a fellow friends latest entry, and it got me wanting to speak of it too.
Dads stories.
Lets start off with the beggining, for most, if not all, readers who dont know me.
I am 2/3 afghan,1/3 italien, and somehow I have lebanese in me, as well as Holland, just from my parents and grandparents, and then greats and on, are all afghan. My family lived in afghanistan for most of there lives, till we moved to Kuwait, primarily when my brother Hamid(now 18) was born. I lived there for.. 10 years? and in between when I had yet to be on this earth, and when we moved away, so much happened.
Its amazing thinking, my own grandpa(whos in afghanistan right now,till august:() Was captured by the rooskies(LOL,iman...russians.)
he had to escape, and was almost killed for it. My brother ajmal was as well ( at the time being, he was 15). They made him clean, and polish guns, shoes, whatnot, and didnt feed him. Finally after god knows how much time, he was rescued(this was during the persian golf war.) My sister was also almost shot(shes was 5 or 6then,now 21), by who other then, Saadam.
The stories go ON and On and On, about how they were only selecting certain families to go aboard with the american soldiers, fly to america, and we were one of the lucky fews in our region at that time. Ive never really sat down and thought about it. We are SUCH boaters its unbelieveable. In fact, im still considered an Alien lol. Im hoping one day I can sit down, and be able to tell the stories, bit by bit, word for word, like my uncles do. Not choppy two word sentences like now . its astounding.
I think so anyways. Im on a writing rage, so ill bbl.
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Dads stories.
Lets start off with the beggining, for most, if not all, readers who dont know me.
I am 2/3 afghan,1/3 italien, and somehow I have lebanese in me, as well as Holland, just from my parents and grandparents, and then greats and on, are all afghan. My family lived in afghanistan for most of there lives, till we moved to Kuwait, primarily when my brother Hamid(now 18) was born. I lived there for.. 10 years? and in between when I had yet to be on this earth, and when we moved away, so much happened.
Its amazing thinking, my own grandpa(whos in afghanistan right now,till august:() Was captured by the rooskies(LOL,iman...russians.)
he had to escape, and was almost killed for it. My brother ajmal was as well ( at the time being, he was 15). They made him clean, and polish guns, shoes, whatnot, and didnt feed him. Finally after god knows how much time, he was rescued(this was during the persian golf war.) My sister was also almost shot(shes was 5 or 6then,now 21), by who other then, Saadam.
The stories go ON and On and On, about how they were only selecting certain families to go aboard with the american soldiers, fly to america, and we were one of the lucky fews in our region at that time. Ive never really sat down and thought about it. We are SUCH boaters its unbelieveable. In fact, im still considered an Alien lol. Im hoping one day I can sit down, and be able to tell the stories, bit by bit, word for word, like my uncles do. Not choppy two word sentences like now . its astounding.
I think so anyways. Im on a writing rage, so ill bbl.
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