Thread by @NafeesRehmanDr

There are two refugee shelter homes in 2KM radius from where we live. One is a family shelter home where 7-8 families live. Six of these are Hazaras with children.

The other day when we arrived at their place, only the Hazara men were sitting outside, visibly shaken and sad,

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watching their kids play in the yard. But they got up and greeted us. As much as I wanted to inquire if there were any relatives or friends among the families devastated in the Kabul massacre, I couldn't dare given how upset they all looked.

Also, almost every Afghan family, whether Hazara, Pashtun, Tajik etc., have or know someone who have been directly impacted the violence of the last 40+ years. I offered if I could be of any help. Sent my children (masked up) to deliver the food as there was not much time left

in the Aftaar, and we wanted to visit the other refugee shelter home as well, where only men, young and old, live don't have any children or women with them.

In this house, we first saw a gentleman from Somalia, and asked him if would like to have some food.

He came to us and said that he is a Muslim but was not fasting that day because he was ill. I said, I don't care but I would be happy he would accept food from us. He took all he needed for himself and his room-mates. I asked him if there were Pakistani or Afghans living there.

He then ran to call them up to our car. First came a young Pakistani from Lahore. Spoke to him in Urdu. My kids enjoyed the scene when he shouted in excitement to his Afghan neighbors. "Biryaaani" and "Pashtuns" pointing to us. Shortly spoke to them as well and rushed back home.

Involved my kids in all of the cooking, packaging and delivery in order to inculcate empathy and act responsibly to help others as much as they can. Kids are better humanists than us, the elders.

This evoked cherished memories of my childhood.

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