By Contributor on December 30, 2013

By Kathy Kelly

Kabul, Afghanistan is "home" to hundreds of thousands of children who have no home. Many of them live in squalid refugee camps with families that have been displaced by violence and war. Bereft of any income in a city already burdened by high rates of unemployment, families struggle to survive without adequate shelter, clothing, food or fuel.

Winter is especially hard for refugee families. Survival sometimes means sending their children to work on the streets as vendors, where they often become vulnerable to well organized gangs that lure them into drug and other criminal enterprises.

Last year, the Afghan Peace Volunteers (APV), a group of young Afghans who host me and other internationals when we visit their home in Kabul, began a program to help street children enroll in schools. They befriend small groups of children, get to know the children's families and circumstances, and then reach agreements with the families that if the children are allowed to attend school and reduce their working hours on the streets, the APVs will compensate them with oil and rice. Next, the APVs buy warm clothes for each child and invite them to attend regular classes at the APV home to learn the alphabet and math.

Yesterday, Abdulhai and Hakim met a 13-year-old boy named Safar (pictured), who was working as a boot polisher on a street near the APV home. Abdulhai asked to shake Safar's hand, but the child refused. Understandably, Safar may have feared Abdulhai. But when Abdulhai and Hakim told Safar there were foreigners at the APV office who were keen to help, he followed them into our yard.

Sitting next to me indoors, Safar continued shaking from the cold. We noticed that he had an angry red welt across his right cheek. Safar said that the previous day he had tried to warm his hands over an outdoor bar-b-que grill, and the cook hit him across the face with a red hot skewer to shoo him away. Safar clutched a half-filled small plastic Coca-Cola bottle in his hands. Asked why he was drinking cold soda on such a cold day, he said that he had a headache.

He was wearing a hoodie, light pants and plastic slippers. He had no socks or gloves -- hardly adequate attire for working outside in the bitter cold all day. On a "good" day, Safar can earn 150 Afghanis, a sum that amounts to $3, and could purchase enough bread for a family of seven and perhaps have some left over to purchase clothes.

Abdulhai and Hakim asked Safar to come back the next day with some of his friends. One hour later, he arrived with two Pashto boys and three Tajiks, ranging in age from 13 to 5. The children promised to return the next day with more youngsters.

And so, seven street children filed into the APV home that morning. None of them wore socks, and all were shivering. Their eyes gleamed as they nodded their heads, assuring us that they want to join APV's street kids program.

Here in Kabul, a city relatively better off than most places in Afghanistan, we have electricity every other day. When the pipes freeze and there's no electricity, we have no water. Imagine the hardships endured by people living with far less. Even in the United States, thousands of children's basic needs aren't met. The New York Times reported recently that there are 22,000 homeless children living in New York City.

Thinking of how the U.S. has used its resources here in Afghanistan, where more than $1 trillion has been spent on maintaining war and occupation, I feel deep shame.

The U.S. will spend $2.1 million for every U.S. soldier stationed in Afghanistan in 2014. Convoys travel constantly between U.S. military bases, transporting large amounts of fuel, food and clean water -- luxury items to people living in refugee camps along their routes -- often paying transportation tolls to corrupt officials, some of whom are known to lead criminal gangs.

While the U.S. lacks funds to guarantee basic human rights for hundreds of thousands of U.S. children, and while U.S. wars displace and destroy families in Afghanistan, there always seems to be enough to meet the needs of weapon makers and war profiteers.

Even so, the inspiring activities of my young Afghan friends fuel a persistent hope. Heavy coverlets called duvets are bulging out of several storage rooms in the APV home. Talented young women have coordinated "the duvet project," now in its second year, involving 60 women who produce a total of 600 duvets every two weeks for distribution to impoverished families. The seamstresses are paid for each duvet they make.

In a society where women have few if any economic opportunities, this money can help women put food on the table and shoes on their children's feet. The women equally represent three of the main ethnic divisions here in Kabul, Hazara, Pashto, and Tajik, an example that people can work together toward common goals.

The young people work hard to develop similarly-equal distribution among the neediest of families. They recently delivered 200 duvets to a school for blind children. They also plan to hike up the mountainside and visit widows who have no income.

About two dozen young girls will be compensated for embroidering 144 blue scarves that proclaim "Borderfree" in Dari and English. The blue scarves, which are now being distributed in various parts of the world, symbolize the reality that there's one blue sky above us. Activists in numerous peace and justice campaigns have been wearing the blue scarves in solidarity.

Here in Kabul, our young friends gathered together on the evening of the winter solstice for music and celebration. They sat quietly during the celebration, their faces illuminated by candle light, as each person in the circle said what they hoped would change in the coming year to help bring the world closer to peace.

Their visions practically danced: "I hope children will be fed" one said; "I hope we won't buy or sell weapons," another added; "I hope for forgiveness," a third child concluded.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. The collective yearning and longing of children who deserve a better world may yet affect hearts and minds all over the world. If so, perhaps prompting people to ask why we make war, and why those with so much wealth amass weapons to protect their ability to gain even more.

I hope we will join Afghanistan's children in begging for change in the new year.

Kathy Kelly is the co-coordinator of Voices for Creative Nonviolence. In Kabul, she is a guest of the Afghan Peace Volunteers.

Photo: Kathy Kelly with an Afghan boy named Safar, courtesy of Voices for Creative Nonviolence.

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By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.


Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
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you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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