It is the story of a death in Kabul, another one, in this capital exhausted by war, terrorism, misery and crime. One more death in this thousand-year-old city which has become a battlefield and then, despite nineteen years of democracy with the help of international aid, one of the most dangerous cities in the world.
In a popular district of Kabul, on the floor of a modest house, at the end of the corridor, there is Ali Sina's bedroom. In fact, it is no longer even a room but an empty and cold room whose door has been closed for days. Opening it seems profanity. Instinctively, we take off our shoes before taking the plunge, and we start to whisper. All her furniture, all her belongings have been given away. " It was too hard to keep them ," whispers Abdul Shukur, the young man's older brother. Only one portrait remains, in extra-large format: Ali Sina stares at you, slyly, against a royal blue background. Under the oversized photo, an inscription: Shahid. Martyr.
The " martyr
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