Thread by @Samiullah_mahdi

It was only a year ago:
We lost 16 students from Policy and Public Administration School. All from my class.
From top left:
Suhaila 22
Daoud 23
Rauf 23
Ali 24
Edris 23
Belal 20
Hanifa 22
Husna 23
Sara 24
Mariam 21
Marzia 21
Rahed 22
Madina 22
Ahmad Ali
Hedayatullah
And Roqia

I was in a meeting with other media editors at 1TV. The news about the attack on Kabul University broke. few minutes later, a colleague from the Public Policy School called me and asked me no to come to the University today. I asked him if our teachers and students are fine.

He said "looks like the attack is on the main gate, we are evacuating everyone". I had a class the day before and I was supposed to be there on the day of the attack for a meeting. We cut the meeting short. I went back to my office, Radio Azadi. On my way, was calling students &

and teachers. No one was answering. All of a sudden saw a video of one of my students shared on a WhatsApp group. His face was colored with black smoke and he was crying saying that he was the only one who could escape. Others are trapped inside the class.
That moment I realized

It was my class. Left the office again. Photos of the students would appear on social media and hit me like ax. We were coordinating with other teachers if we could go to the Ali-Abad hospital, which is across the KU street. We thought students might need blood. Roads wr blocked

I kept calling the list of students. Called Rauof, no answer. called Rahed, no answer, called Mariam, no answer, called, Roqia, no answer, called Ali, no answer. Called Fazila, it started ringing. A man answered: Bali? I asked if it is Fazila's number? I am his teacher. He said..

"I am Fazila's brother". I asked how is she? replied, "I don't know yet, she is inside operation theatre".
When I reached Dehmazang, police stopped us. The officer told me that no one is allowed beyond here. I told him that "I am a teacher at the KU and my wounded students might

need blood. please let me go!". The officer looked at me and there was a moment of silence. then he said: go. when i reached Karte Sakhi, Special forces stopped us again and said there is no way you could go further. I plead to let me go, but they told me that the operation is ..

still ongoing and they cannot let anyone cross the street. I told him that I would go to the hospital, no inside the KU. He said you can take the other rout, which goes from the back of French Hospital. Finally, I got into the Ali-Abad Hospital driving from the back of FMIC. When

I got inside the hospital, a group of students and families were in a desperate situation. Ustad Aman Niazi, one of our teachers, was there as well. Doctors allowed both of us to go inside the ICU ward and visit our students. Most students were on the second floor in the ICU...

In the lobby, a nurse was carrying one of the students on a wheelchair out of the OT. As I got closer to him to ask how was he doing, he hugged me and started crying and said in Pashto: "Ustad Jana, tull hamsinfian mo shaheedan sho" (Dear teacher, all my classmates are martyred).

Hugged him and I don't know what I told him to console. He was shot on his leg.
Then, the doctor asked if we wanted to go inside the ICU. As we walked in the 1st room, I saw Nadima. She told me that she was shot on her both arms. Asked me "Will I lose my both arms this young?"

I said, "no Nadima jan, you are very young and inshallah will recover soon". In the other bed was laying Fazila. She was shot on her nick from front and on her spine from the back. Her eyes were open and looking on different directions. I called her name: "Fazila Jan, Fazila Jan"

She didn't reply. I got closer and noticed that she was unconscious. All other students were laying unconscious. Went to the other room. 8 students, all boys, were there. only one person was conscious and we talked to him. I was shot in his abdomen and one of his legs. He said

"I will be fine, how are my classmates? how are our teachers?" Only to make him feel better, I said "they are all fine. we all are praying for your recovery." Ahmad Fawad Ebrahimi, returned from Turkey after doing his masters in Public Administration. He was appointed as teacher

only few months ago. He was the only teacher wounded that day. Now laying with his students in the same room. Fawad was the first one who got shot in the class. He got one bullet in the neck, another in the back, and a piece of grenade in his upper lip. His heavy breaths made me

so worried that I thought he may not recover. He had got married a couple of months earlier.
We were still in the ICU room that a heavy explosion shocked the building. doctors came in and asked us to stay away from the windows. Before we could move, another explosion happened.

We went back to the lobby. There I met the senior surgeon of the hospital who just got out of the operation theatre. I asked him about students, he said that he prays for everyone, but one of the students was particularly in a serious condition. I asked who. He said, Nusratullah.

He had just finished Nusrat's operation and the nurses took Nusrat from the OT to ICU. I asked again, why you think he is in a more serious condition? He said, "he is shot in both chest and abdomen." Most students were shot in the head, chest and abdomen.

At this moment, Ustad Aman Niazi told me that a group of students are still trapped inside the University and if we could do something for them. Qasim, one of our students from that group who was in still contact with Ustad Niazi. we called him. He said that they were hiding in..

between the building and the main gate. Qasim was crying that Ahmad Ali was bleeding and he couldn't help him because every time they tried to go closer to him and fasten his bleeding leg, the terrorist would start firing at them. Ali one of first students who had escaped but

had noticed that his cousin, who was his classmate, was on the second floor. Ali went back to help her to jump from the second floor out of the window. Ali helped her and another classmate. Both girls were able to escape, but when Ali tried to run, one of the terrorists shot him.

His leg was heavily bleeding as he hide himself under the wall. Qasim and other classmates could see from a far that Ali was bleeding in pain. The next time we called Qasim to see how he and others were doing, he cried that Ali is gone. Ali died bleeding there.

In the yard of the hospital I noticed that one of the students was sitting far away from others and weeping. I got closer. It was Reza Haidari. Hugged him. He said, "ustad, they killed my brother and another one is in the ICU". I asked who was your brother? replied: "Rahed".

Noticed that he was very close friends with Rahed. asked who is your other brother? he said, Nusrat and broke down again. These three were the closest friends in the class. Reza is a Hazara from Maidan Wardak, Rahed was a Tajik from Shamali, and Nusrat is a Pashtun from Ghazni.

It was around 5:30pm that I got a call from the NDS and they assured us that the operation was over and they remaining students were rescued. We rushed to the main gate of the hospital which is across the main gate of KU to see our students stepping out. The moment I students I

I felt that the entire world was given back to me. 7 students were hiding there: Qasim, Naim Jan, Freshta, Nastaran, Getty, Roqia and Ahmad Ali. Ali was shot earlier, but later we found out that Roqia was killed too. She was shot 5 times.