An explosion is followed by foreign army tanks, men pushing, women yelling, and children screaming. I turn the other way and she runs to me, arms widespread, green eyes illuminated, light brown hair flowing, smiling ear to ear. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
Growing up in Kabul, she has grown all too familiar with the sound of war. Equivalent in age yet brought up in separate worlds, she looks at me in awe, curious about my confidence but surprised by my fear. Will she ever know what life could be like otherwise?
Growing up in Canada, I have grown all too familiar with the sound of peace. I wonder, will I ever know what life could be like otherwise?
via Alyza Keshavjee – Portrait Project 2011 – MBA – Harvard Business School.
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