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11/11/2024
Today I’m thinking deeply today about those who lost their lives in conflicts both in our time and out of it.
In 2009, this month, I had to leave Afghanistan where the Lion and I had been living for almost 2 years because the Afghan security services had foiled a bomb plot. It would have gone off under our bedroom window.
‘Were you ever afraid?’ Is a question people ask in relation to Afghanistan. I wasn’t. But rather mortified than terrified - to leave my job and dear Afghan colleagues who shone so much light into my days, and to be leaving them all to face what we now know was to come.
In my early days in Kabul, my Grandfather died and in our production meeting a colleague sang a beautiful Islamic prayer. The room was totally quiet as everyone bowed their heads in my Grandfather’s memory. I remember imagining the same reception in my old office in Soho before I swapped my heels for a headscarf.
The laughter in our office, as and and and will vouch, was a constant, reverberating energy wave in our building.
We laughed when I mis-spelled the Afghan province of Kunduz in newly learnt Farsi and wrote ‘butt thief’, and we laughed when they said thank you for your nice telephone message it sounded like telephone ‘massage’ and we laughed when I introduced our editor, called Marta, , and they thought I was talking about a martyr.
I tried on a burkha for a long car journey and it was so short I looked like a jellyfish and even in the longest one in the shop, Anwar said ‘Lucy Jaan do you really think an Afghan lady would be seen out with those on her feet?’ pointing to my size 42 white Converse.
Today, we’re all spread like pomegranate seeds around the world.
How I cried as I the plane soared out of the city, the dusty mountains blanketed in cubic housing, and minarets pointing into the blue grey sky.
I’m not just thinking about our grandparents and WW2. I’m thinking about all those in countries of conflict today.
And feeling huge gratitude to the Afghan security guys who allowed me to be here today with Debbie dog on my foot, wearing her little red poppy on her collar.