Another Message from Hamid
His brother deserved better
When I wake up every morning, I want to hear his voice, laughter, and jokes, which seem full of life.
He was my brother, my support, a light in the darkness.
I close my eyes, thinking that he is still there. . . still breathing somewhere, perhaps wounded, perhaps waiting for a rescue.
But no, he is not there. He is no more.
He and thousands of brave Afghan soldiers who proudly wore the uniform of the homeland spent days and nights in the trenches and gave their lives for the smiles of our children and the peace of our homes.
They were heroes who gave up their families, comforts, and youth, but ultimately, they fell victim to betrayal.
The Taliban, these ruthless figures of darkness, silenced their laughter and left a permanent scar on our hearts. This grief is not just a wound. It is a wound that opens every day.
Martyr Mohammad, an officer of the Afghan National Army, was mercilessly martyred by the Taliban in Ghazni city and is no longer among us forever.
I am the brother of the former martyr of the Afghan National Army.
Hamid
The betrayal continues and deepens as the Americans deal with their 'immigration crisis' under the leadership? of the T. Rump criminal enterprise.