Helping A Friend Escape The Taliban Is Hard

Learning to be a friend when it doesn’t work, is even harder.

“I took this picture in Kabul, in the Spring of 2007. The little girl in this picture is unrelated to this story, except that she also touched my heart. Watching her sort through the trash, and how her face lit up with excitement at finding this piece in her hands, whatever it is that I’ll never know — which quickly after was thrust into her pocket with the fury of someone who has had things taken from her, left a mark on me.” Author.
I took this picture in Kabul, in the Spring of 2007. The little girl in this picture is unrelated to this story, except that she also touched my heart. Watching her sort through the trash, and how her face lit up with excitement at finding this piece in her hands, whatever it is that I’ll never know — which quickly after was thrust into her pocket with the fury of someone who has had things taken from her, left a mark on me.

Her eyes are exactly the color of hazelnuts, but perfectly almond shaped. If I drew her face she would look like a big eyed Keane character, and I would swear the eyes were not out of proportion. I could almost understand chivalry when I felt how hard it was for me to watch her cry. And…

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Meghann McNiff

Meghann McNiff

I am an Integral Professional Coach™ and I love it. www.integralcoachcollective.com