Dear all,
I am sharing this post with you because I want to take you through the journey I have been during the week of Afghan New Year March 2012. On arrival and throughout the hard times I faced it there it did not seem the same as before. The times that the Happiness of the New Year- Nawroz could be shown from miles away in the faces of people and the city.
I am talking about the winter appeal relief mission for organising and coordinating an international airlift and personally accompanied the goods from Bagraam airport to Kabul city for distribution to refugee camps facing various armed checkpoints at the middle of night.
Cindy Goodboo Kalitta Air shared her thoughts with colleagues;
I could not get Zarghona off my mind. So I sat and wrote what was buzzing in my head. I figured you could relate so I’m sending it off to you....remember this is just an outline of thought.
Imagine if you will...After miles of travel to run from the violence of war around them, to end up in inadequate camps for survival feeling safer then where their homes were, has got to be devastating enough, as well as wondering where their next meal will come from.
To be forced to move from your own home for safety due to mankind, and now nature has to slowly creep into their camps with temperature falling below zero. To be so tiny, and be so cold, not understanding why the world is so bold. To be so young and can’t speak, as their parents do their best to keep them alive.
To flee from war in a panic to try to save your family, then to watch them freeze to death in your arms...with little they can do. As they wipe away their child’s last tear.
A child to young to understand and parents with no answers, feeling helpless and hopeless as they watch their children suffer. One can only imagine the pain they must be enduring. Especially when, their child’s little hands grasp their finger and their eyes stare up to them one last time. To give birth and watch it fade away in their arms all within a short time is more punishment then any parent should endure.
And then one day their prayers were answered when a woman by the name of Zarghona Rassa came into their lives and heard their cries.
Her courage says it all. A question one must ask themselves...could I have been Zarghona and took that chance? Could I stand before these soldiers with their AK-47? Zarghona did, Zarghona believed in what she was doing, and had faith to take these risks to save these innocent children and to give some relief to these poor families.
Zarghona truly is a “miracle” to many families whose prayers have been answered. Zarghona is an example of strength and courage. We should all follow her footsteps, understanding that these innocent children deserve a chance to live.
Through Zarghona and the help of their organization they truly have given dozens of children a second chance at life... Who said prayers are never heard? Zarghona heard them. This was truly a test for Zarghona and an answer from God.
Zarghona’s determination shall be passed on to my grandchildren, her life is not an elusion but a touch of reality, and they will know her name.
Zarghona’s name will be carried with me in my life and taken with me to my grave. As she is admire most for her faith.
Cindy Goodboo
