From Kabul to Peshawar

A Teenage Boy Escapes The World. Only To Find A New World Filled With Greed And Horrors. Will He Find A Place To Call Home Again? The Mujahid Mumble Slowly 'What Are You Doing?' I Said 'Nothing. It'S Not My Fault My Foot Is Stuck In A Hole.' Fortunately The Sound Of The Gushing Water Underneath Was So Loud That The Government Troops Could Not Hear Our Voices. He Helped Me Pull My Foot Out Of The Hole. My Foot Was Slightly Scratched. As We Got Ourselves To The Other Side Of The Road He Left My Hand. We Came By The Fields And Without Looking Back We Started Sprinting Again. The Agricultural Land Was A Terraced Field With Patches That Followed Each Other Like Giant Steps. The Muddy And Rippling Ground Was Painful To My Feet. We Ran Fast In The Darkness And Each Time With The Difference In The Surface Of The Patches.