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October 7, 2019
Arash's story
On April 22, 2018, a suicide bomber detonated an explosive charge near the doorway of a voter registration center in Kabul’s Shia-majority Dasht-e Barchi neighborhood, killing at least 57 people and injuring another 119. Meters away from the blast was “Arash,” a 27-year-old delivery driver and father to a 4-year-old son and 2-year-old daughter. Like many other bystanders, he rushed to the scene to try and help survivors. Instead, he ended up collecting the dead and their severed limbs: feet, hands, arms. © 2019 John Holmes for Human Rights Watch
“I did not forget a single moment of this attack – day or night,” he said, recalling how the attack changed his mood and behavior. “Before the attack, I could get angry, but not like this….But due to the economic problems, I just suffered on my own and did not go to the hospital. I just remembered every moment, until the next attack [I experienced].” © 2019 John Holmes for Human Rights Watch
The next attack that Arash experienced took place on March 7, 2019. That day, like every year, thousands had gathered in Dasht-e Barchi, near Arash’s house, to commemorate the death of Shia Hazara leader Abdul Ali Mazari, killed by the Taliban in 1995. Arash said that around noon, he heard the first mortar shell explosion. Worried about the safety of his brother, who lived nearby, Arash ran in the street towards his house. “A shell fell next to me and exploded on my right side,” he said. “I had [wounds] on my whole body. Shrapnel everywhere.” © 2019 John Holmes for Human Rights Watch
Unconscious, Arash was first taken to the Istiqlal, one of the largest public hospitals in the capital, and then to a surgical center for war victims run by Emergency, an Italian organization. Arash stayed at the hospital for one week, treated by foreign doctors and nurses. “When I was under treatment, I got medicine,” he said. “When I got discharged, I got a pocket of paracetamol tablets. No one asked me how I felt [mentally], all they did was a physical examination.” © 2019 John Holmes for Human Rights Watch
The April 2018 and March 2019 attacks had a significant impact on Arash’s psychological wellbeing and that of his entire family. “One day, my wife was not at home and I turned on the TV and didn’t like what I saw,” Arash said. “I was hearing that there was an attack and that the Taliban were gaining ground. So I punched the TV and broke it.” The incident was not the last angry outburst that Arash attributed to the attacks. © 2019 John Holmes for Human Rights Watch
Because of where he lives, Arash said he is constantly confronted by the memories of the attack. “It happened in my street,” he said. “Every day, I have to pass through, and I remember the smoke, the ashes, the darkness and the sounds.” Adding to Arash’s concerns are his young family’s economic situation. Because of pain to his leg, he said he cannot work anymore, and he does not know how to feed his family. “I used to be very strong,” he said. “But now I feel like a half person.” © 2019 John Holmes for Human Rights Watch
In a separate interview, Arash’s wife, “Farzaneh,” 26, said the attacks changed her life completely: “In the past, life was good,” she said. “Not anymore. I was pregnant for two months [when the second attack happened]. When I saw the injured body of my husband, I was shocked and lost the baby two days later.” © 2019 John Holmes for Human Rights Watch
Adding to Farzaneh’s despair is her husband’s current psychological state: “Sometimes I feel bad, but I am forcing myself to manage the house and the children since my husband is sick,” she said. “When I get angry or sad or pressurized, I don’t enter the house because I don’t want him to feel bad.…I cannot breathe, I feel like I’m suffocating and just start to cry loudly. If I don’t, it feels like I cannot speak.” © 2019 John Holmes for Human Rights Watch
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