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We’re within $3000 of having the ability to go to press for the following 5000 songbooks. I can odor the ink on the paper! Thank you all who’ve generously supported the challenge and for spreading the phrase. I’ve had folks as far as Bainbridge Island, WA writing articles of their local newspaper and speaking up the challenge! Every little bit counts. It is my belief that getting these Afghan children’s songs again into circulation and out into the world is just plain good karma!
Vaheed will spend about 1 -2 months in Kabul the place he will hopefully collect the repertoire needed. He will return to Toronto and can work on arranging the songs. He plans to, as with the primary songbook, report with Afghan youngsters. He will do some of the recording in Toronto and a few in Kabul when he returns subsequent spring. Jolyon has supplied to cover Vaheed’s expenses and my job will likely be to seek out matching funds to assist the graphic design and printing costs. Jolyon, originally from South Africa, speaks fluent Dari and Pashto and has lived in Afghanistan for 20 years! He has an actual grasp of Afghan culture and an exquisite longtime relationship with the Afghans throughout the country.
Approximately 24 hours after leaving Kabul we arrived in DC. Khaleda’s host Mom, Amanda, who she spent time with last summer time, was there waiting for her. Khaleda flew into her arms. It was actually quite touching for all of us. Khaleda was so, so unhappy when she left her dad and mom in Kabul and couldn’t stop crying. I felt significantly better once I saw how joyful she was to see Amanda. I knew all can be nicely. They headed off to North Carolina and I headed to Boston. I was greeted at Logan by my son, Jason, and my good pal Susan Fisher who was holding up an indication – WEL COM HOME” (spelled just like the sign the youngsters made in Kunduz!) I liked it.
My mind was racing – flip around? NOPE – not an choice. Sit right here? Hm…not a good idea since we have been in the entrance row and so near the attack. I thought to myself, we’ll never get out and what if there’s one other rocket or more gunfire? Suddenly, with no warning, the driver gunned the engine and went full speed forward right across the dark empty space which seconds earlier than had been the scene of rocket fire and gun shots. I thought, oh no. Deni shouted, DON’T. But there actually wasn’t one other selection. We all knew that. The driver, having been, we discovered later, by way of three of those sorts of assaults before, knew what he needed to do.