Hope for Afghan Children

I was invited to help celebrate Marwa’s 3rd birthday.  She was born in the orphanage, and I have been a part of two of those birthdays.  I am exhausted.  Classes began this week, and we are preparing to perform for Afghanistan Independence day on August 19, including the drama and songs.  I have no energy to write, so I offer you a glimpse of the party which lasted until midnight.  I finally introduced the girls to the Beatles.  Serious 1965 style dancing ensued.  When it was finally over, the kids vacated one of their rooms for me.  They were adorable, setting up a fan, leaving flowers on the pillow. They all came to say goodnight together.  Flashes of my life for five moths last year came rushing back through my mind.  I spent the night sleeping in an orphan’s bunk.  The bed was short.  I bumped my head on the upper bunk.  I was in heaven, back in my Kabul home, Mehan.