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Mawla Jan Nazari erlebte die sowjetische Intervention in Afghanistan

Mawla Jan Nazari (54)
Afghanistan

“THE SENSITIVE ONE” – SOVIET INVASION IN AFGHANISTAN (1979–1989)

Mawla Jan Nazari grew up in a small village about an hour and a half from Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan. At the age of fourteen, he witnessed the invasion of his country by the Soviet army. Helicopters carried out aerial attacks on villages, intending to bomb the positions held by the mujahideen, but these attacks killed civilians as well. Shortly afterwards, the villagers fled to Pakistan. Now a father of eleven, Mawla Jan Nazari works for the Independent Election Commission of Afghanistan.

Die Berge in Afghanistan
“16 helicopters dropped bombs on our village. We fled to the mountains and hid.“
Mawla Jan Nazaris Heimatland Afghanistan

In 1979, Soviet forces invaded the country because Islamic rebel groups, the Mujahideen, were fighting the USSR-backed communist government in Afghanistan. And one day, they also arrived in Mawla Jan Nazari's home village. “That morning my brothers and I left the village to pick mulberries, the invaders arrived in the mountains of Sarobi”, Mawla Jan Nazari says. Then the helicopters came. These were the beginnings of a conflict that had been simmering for ten years.

Alter russischer Panzer in Afghanistan
Das Dorf aus Mawla Jan Nazaris Kindheit
Mawla Jan Nazari belasten Erinnerungen der sowjetischen Intervention
“My brother was killed in air strikes with 72 other fighters,“ says Mawla Jan Nazari - and bursts into tears the next moment.

Archivbild von Mawla Jan Nazari während der sowjetische Intervention

After the death of his brother, 16-year-old Mawla Jan temporarily joins the mujahideen. The sensitive boy learns how to handle weapons, but also acquires skills as a mounted medic on a white horse. Helping soon became his main activity, because even then the prudent in him obviously prevailed over the combative in case of doubt. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why one day he also treats an injured Soviet soldier. “I didn’t think about religion or what country he came from,’ he explains. ‘My sole duty was to look after the wounded and behave humanely.”

 

Junge Männer in Kabul, Afghanistan
Sowjetische Panzer in Afghanistan
Graffiti auf einer Schutzwand in Kabul

The horrors of war drive three to five million civilians out of Afghanistan, according to some estimates. Mawla Jan flees with his family to the Pakistani border, to Haripur, to a camp. “At first, we had nothing,“ he says. They initially lived in a makeshift shack constructed from branches and carpets until international aid workers from UNHCR and Save the Children provided tents. “These two organizations helped us a lot,“ he points out. “ They were the ones to build a real hospital. They also distributed bags and exercise books for children. I can still remember the logo with the child and the red circle around it.“

Mawla Jan Nazari, Zeitzeuge im Projekt 'Ich lebe'
Today, Mawla Jan Nazari is a trained logistician, election worker and loving father of eleven children. “I grew up during a war,’ he says. ‘I want a better future for my children.“
Mawla Jan Nazari im Projekt von Save the Children
Mawla Jan Nazari und seine Kinder
Mawla Jan Nazari im Park in Kabul, Projekt Ich lebe
Luftballons während des Save the Children Jubiläums in Kabul

Afghanistan is still a state full of tensions and problems today. Mawla Jan wants to work on the pacification and further development of his country. He may have given up his rifle- but not his pride, humility and principles. “‘I don’t want to buy food for my children with money obtained illegally.” – Mawla Jan Nazari has found a new role for himself for the sixth decade of his life.

Volle Straßen in Kabul

More important than anything else, in my eyes, is that beautiful image of a young girl under one of these colourful umbrellas who is in the process of enchanting a shy, young vendor.

Amir Hassan Cheheltan, writer

“A STREET LIKE ANY OTHER“

Straße in Afghanistan

With his visual observation, Iranian writer Amir Hassan Cheheltan delves into everyday life on a Kabul street intersection - and discovers much that is familiar.