bombsite in Kabul

I don’t know where I lost my home
I lost my way, my family, and friends

Where have I come?
Here the sun does not rise
The trees do not grow
It’s always winter
Never summer.

Where have I come?
A silent place
No laughter on faces
No happy souls
Even the children
look like death
Tired and scared.

Why can’t I find my home?
The way is dark with the smoke of bombings
I recognize nothing on these streets of war
Everything has changed.

By Hila G.

Photo by Steve McCurry