Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2015 12:43:55 -0700
From: Amar Patel <patelamar360@gmail.com>
Subject: An American in Kandahar (Ch. VII)

Written by: Amar Patel

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				Chapter VII


				  Khaled




	The sounds of tingling bells caused my eyes to shoot open, and I
felt a soft gush of air as a streetcar passed me by. As my eyes adjusted to
the bright sunlight, I found myself in the middle of a street frozen in
time. For a moment, all I heard was the sound of the streetcar as it
trudged down the street, but then, everything around me seemed to burst at
the seams with life.  From every direction, throngs of people walked every
which way, and the sounds of tingling bells were replaced with the sounds
of chatter and boisterous laughter. A pair of women darted past me with
muttered apologies, and I watched as they sprinted with all their might to
catch the awaiting car, but what they were wearing struck me. One woman was
dressed in a bright yellow sundress, her glossy black hair pinned closely
to her head, and her yellow ribbon fluttering in the breeze. Her friend on
the otherhand was dressed in an elegant, pink springtime hanbok, her long
braid bouncing from side to side as she ran, and as her navy blue chima
billowed out behind her, she left behind the aroma of cherry blossoms and
freshly brewed green tea. As I made my way down the street, I noticed the
same pattern reflected in the crowds around me as some wore western suits
and dresses while others wore hanboks of shining silk that Halmeoni
cherished so much, and it reminded me of all the stories that she told
me. I remember a long time ago, Halmeoni told me that this what the Seoul
of her childhood looked like... a city of smiles and laughter... a city
recovering from three decades of jjokbari rule... but most importantly, it
was a city where the west slowly encroached on the east, and I saw that in
the buildings. From as far as my eyes could see, the entirety of the street
was littered with storefronts, but the sharp contrast between left and
right was clear. To my left laid the storefronts of shimmering glass and
thick wooden doors that jingled when opened, and their elegant window
displays sold everything from cigars to dresses and even Coca-Cola; however
to me, the right side was the most beautiful. With storefronts with elegant
upturned roofs decorated with traditional colors, they lured in the
unsuspecting passerby with their partially open doors that let out the
aromas of green tea and incense, but the true bait laid within the various
open stalls and their deep fried delicacies. When I spotted a stand with
freshly fried yakgwa (honey pastry), I felt myself being pulled like a moth
to a flame, and the couple that ran the stand certainly saw my
interest. With warm smiles, they beckoned me over, and without an exchange
of words, they handed me an overfilled bag. When I tried to reach into my
pocket, the couple quickly shook their heads and waved me off. Walking a
little further down the street along the tracks, I bit into a honey glazed
confection and felt a feeling of bliss, but then, there came a tap on my
shoulder. Turning, I found myself nearly nose to nose with a man dressed in
a black uniform; I hadn't realized that I had walked as far as the
streetcar. Flashing a crooked smile, the conductor held out a white gloved
hand.

"Are you boarding the car sir?" I was surprised he spoke in Hazaragi rather
than Korean.

"I do not have a ticket."

The conductor raised a brow and pointed "It's sticking out of your pocket."

Puzzled, I looked down and found a slip of paper in my pocket. Taking it
out, I passed it to him.

The conductor bowed his head "We will be departing soon, please take your
seat sir."

In confusion, I quickly hopped up the stairs, and sat near the
window. Surprisingly, the two women from earlier waved from across the
aisle, and I hesitantly waved back. Turning my attention to the window, I
felt a sudden jolt, and watched as the car slowly trudged forth. Within
minutes, I watched as a sea of faces passed by, and soon the surroundings
turned into a string of houses.  Someone tapped my knee, and I looked to
see the woman in the sundress smiling at me, her companion was dozing with
her head leaned back against the leather.

"You know, I was the one who told the conductor to wait."

I was not sure how to respond "Uhm, thank you."

She smiled "I know your home is a long walk away, my mother told me so."

I was even more confused "I guess so."

She pointed to the bag "Is that yakgwa?"

I nodded silently

"That is one of my favorites"

I strained a smile "Mine too."

Feeling someone place their hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see the
conductor "Is this not your stop sir?"

"Is it?"

"Unless your house moved." He said this with a chuckle.

"Oh uhm, alright" I awkwardly stood, and the girl spoke up.

"See you in the morning."

	Feeling foolish, I quickly went to exit the car, and as I stepped
down, everything around me seemed to vanish at that instant, for what laid
at my feet and upwards was absolutely beautiful. Covered with bed after bed
of Morning Glories, a large hill rested at my feet, and a dirt pathway led
up to a house that only an artist could imagine. Possessing a traditional
upturned roof made from dark gray shingles, the house's white walls glowed
in the orange sunset, and I was drawn to the elegant sliding doors and
front facing windows. Climbing up the hill, I noticed that the sliding door
of rice paper panels and lacquered wood was decoratedvwith hand painted
flowers, and a pair of familiar sandals leaned against the wall. I felt my
heart begin to race then, and I slid the door open with a little too much
eagerness. Revealing a spotless bamboo floor as the light poured in, the
aroma of freshly baked naan filled the air, and when I looked into the
kitchen, I knew immediately that it was a dream. Standing at the stove with
pan in hand, Jahan-jan laid naan after naan on the ceramic plate, and
looked up at me with a bright smile. Of all the things that I could have
dreamt of, I had to dream of agha... and the place that I longed to run
away to with him at my side... Shutting off the heat of the stove,
Jahan-jan began to walk towards me, and I felt my heart become even more
erratic and fluttered. I was frozen... I did not know what to make of
this... even if it was a dream, but I was unprepared for the shock that
passed through me as agha cupped my face in his hands. His soft honey eyes
sent chills through my very being, my very soul, and without warning, his
lips met mine with heated passion. All I could do was melt into agha's are,
as our contact grew more fierce and lustful as our tongues began to dance
with one another. His hands groped at my bottom as his tongue pushed
further and further , and my knees buckled as he took my ver breath
away. His lips were so soft... I could not catch my breath as we broke our
kiss, and my heart beated against my chest with every pant. As my vision
blurred with sheer pleasure, I heard a faint call... almost like a whisper,
then I realized someone was calling my name. I felt someone shake me then,
and the room began to slowly fade away. I did not want this dream to
end... and I reached out in desperation to touch agha's flesh once more.


I opened my eyes to a dark room, and the dim light of the hallway revealed
agha sitting beside me. "Khaled, I am sorry to wake you, but it's urgent."
He whispered as softly as he could.

Slowly, I perched myself up, and rubbed my eyes "What is wrong agha?"

"It's about the situation. Please come." He stood and cautiously walked
across the floor.

Folding my blankets and placing the pillows on top, I gazed in the
direction of the bachem, and to my sweet relief, he was still fast
asleep. Quietly, I readjusted his blanket, and slipped out of the
room. Making sure to close the door softly, I joined agha in the front
room, and saw that his expression was concerned and stressed. Sitting
across from him, he did not speak for several moments, and I mustered the
courage to speak first. "Did you attend to all your patients agha?"

He nodded "Do you remember Zia's daughter?"

I nodded "Ne, how is she?"

"Broke a rib from falling down the stairs as her husband claims, but you
and I know that drunkard has a temper." agha said this bitterly.

"Will she be alright?"

"If she doesn't move or bend down."

"Ah, I see."

Silence fell between us again, but after several moments, Jahan-jan cleared
his throat "I met with Anas-sahib."

I felt my heart sink slightly, and I could hear the fear in my voice as I
spoke "What did he say?"

"Some foreign troops and a medical team retrieved the bodies after hearing
the explosion, five dead, one critically wounded."

"One critically wounded agha?"

Jahan-jan smiled slightly "4 american causualties, and one Afghan
causualty."

"Mashallah!" I replied

Agha's face grew grim them "Anas-sahib told me that no sooner than they had
driven only a few meters that they were fired upon from afar."

"Was it the Talibs agha?"

"Who else? They're the only ones who would be so low as to fire at a
medical vehicle, but Inshallah, no one was hurt."

"Did Anas-sahib say anything else?"

Jahan-jan's expression darkened "Based on the information Anas has, we will
not be safe here for much longer."

I felt a lump form in my throat. "W-what do you mean by that agha?"

Agha's face was void of expression, but I could see the fear in his eyes
"The Talibs have sealed off the road leading south to Kandahar City, and
they have positioned themselves in the foothills to the North of here. We
have three weeks at the least and a month at the most, but after
that.... this place will become a warzone."

I did not know what to make of it, but I feared for the bachem. "But the
bachem's injuries are not healed yet agha, he-" I stammered.

Agha cut in "I am aware he's in no condition to travel Khaled, and I will
figure it out somehow. Anas-sahib said that he will join us soon. For now,
let us put our worries aside until he arrives."

"Ne agha..."

Agha gave a weak grin "Did you enjoy your time with him while I was away?"

"Yes agha, he was very kind and considerate."

"He's very charming isn't he?"

"Very agha."

"Perhaps it was his charm that tired you? I have not seen you nap like that
in a long time."

"Ne agha, I had to carry him."

I thought I saw a faint glint in agha's eyes as he smirked, and I noticed
an empty bowl near his foot. "Did you like the ddeok agha?"

"Yes, they were very sweet, thank you."

I lowered my face to hide my blush "You are very welcome a-agha."

Jahan-jan leaned over and placed several bags on the table "I bought the
scallions and beef as you asked Khaled."

"Thank you agha, but did you get what you needed?"

"Would you like to see? Anas-sahib was kind enough to accompany me to the
clothing shops."

I nodded, Anas-agha always had excellent taste, and Jahan-jan eagerly
removed a pile of elegant clothing from several bags. "I could only afford
a single payraan tumbaan, but Anas-sahib chipped in of course. I have five
for our guest to wear, and this..." Agha pulled up something that the
Indians often wore. "This Sherwani is a gift from Anas, straight from
Mumbai."

"It is lovely agha."

Suddenly, there came a knock on the front door, and agha flicked his head
at the door. Standing quickly, I stood and opened the door to Anas-agha's
smiling face. He was dressed in a western style suit, and he smelled
heavily of cologne, but most of it did not belong to him. Agha's usually
well kept hair was slightly unkempt, and there was no question where he had
come from. Bowing my head, I moved aside, and he gently patted my shoulder
as he slipped in. "Thank you Khaled, but as I said, there is no need for
such formalities."


I watched as Anas embraced Jahan-jan in friendly embrace, and the two sat
across from one another at the table. Without having to be told, I went
into the kitchen and filled a tea pot with cinnamon tea, and quickly
returned with cups and pot in hand. I served the tea, and sat in silence.


"You are looking very sharp this evening Anas-sahib." Agha said as he
sipped his tea

Anas chuckled "I was meeting with one of my regular clients Jahan-jan." He
looked about the room as if in search of something "And where is your guest
sahib?"

"He is sleeping." Agha replied

"Is he still a mystery, or perhaps you have gotten to know him?"

"His father is Maghrebi, and he speaks several languages sahib."

Anas leaned forward as agha spoke "Maghrebi? Very exotic."

Jahan-jan clasped his hands, and let out a sigh "I do not mean to be rude
Anas-jan, but we have more pressing matters to attend to, and I am sorry to
say that we must skip our usual friendly exchange."


I felt the air thicken suddenly as Anas-agha nodded his head, and dropped
his usual impish grin in favor of an expression of focus. "Yes, we are here
to continue our discussion on the situation."


For the first time in many years, I saw agha's hands trembling "I was
hoping that we would have more time before the Talibs came, but after this
afternoon, I find myself at a lost. How are we supposed to vacate this
place and return the bachem to his people? With the road sealed, and with
his injuries... Bismillah."


Anas nodded "But you forget Jahan-jan, Kabul also has an American base as
far as I know."


"Kabul? That is all the way across the country."


"But it is the safest place." Anas-agha swirled the tea in the cup "This
town lays in between three fronts, the North is controlled by one of my
clients, the South and West by the Talibs as you mentioned, but the East
has yet to be claimed. Your safest route is to take the road East."


Jahan-jan shook his head, and his tone became slightly impatient
"Anas-sahib, with all due respect. You cannot expect us to travel across
the entirety of the country with an injured man, all our belongings, and on
foot, do you?"

Anas cracked a smile "Of course not sahib, leave all the preperations to
me, but I encourage you to think about points where you can stop and rest."
I saw him flick his eyes at me. "I believe the road East leads to
Hazarajat."


Jahan-jan's eyes lit up "Khaled has family there don't you Khaled?"

"My grandmother lives in a village near Bamiyan."

"Then that will be your preferred route then Jahan-jan."

As the two went back and forth discussing the route, I could not help but
feel the weight of how fast life was going to change for us. In a matter of
weeks, I would have to leave this place behind, and leave everything I knew
behind... As I thought about this, I came to a sudden realization. If I
leave this place, I would have to leave Baba alone, and I wondered if agha
knew this.


"Khaled, Khaled." Anas' voice snapped me back to attention "Do you agree?"

"Hmmm?" I saw both Anas-agha and Jahan-jan looking at me intently.

Anas smiled "Do you agree with the departure date being two weeks from
today?"

Every fiber in my being told me to refuse, yet my heart told me to not defy
agha's wishes "Yes... I agree"

"Then it is settled." Anas replied

Jahan-jan clasped his hands "Thank you Anas-sahib, we are grateful for your
help."

"Of course, we are friends. I must be taking my leave now, but I will be
back sometime soon."

"Inshallah." Jahan-jan said this with a bow of his head, and stood to open
the door.

As Anas walked out the door, he turned to the both of us "Please say hello
to our guest, and hopefully, I will get to meet him soon."

Nodding, Jahan-jan gave him a friendly embrace, and shut the door as soon
as he saw Anas weave through the collapsed buildings and minaret. "Anas-jan
said that he will be back in three days. In that time, I want you to start
packing whatever it is that is most precious to you first, and then pack
clothing."


I did not know where a surge of courage came from, but I dared to speak
"Agha?"

He turned from the kitchen doorway "Yes?"

"What about Baba?"

"What do you mean?"

"I cannot leave him here alone agha."

"That is nothing but a stone Khaled, his soul is with Allah now."

For the first time, I felt anger towards him. "Even a stone deserves
respect agha, and Kaka and Khala are here too. Who will take care of their
graves?" I clenched my fist.

He sighed "I do not want to leave their graves unattended either Khaled,
but we made an oath to protect Amal. It is not like we will forget them if
we are seperated from their graves." I watched as he changed directions,
and walked towards the staircase leading downstairs "Come along, I have to
show you something."


Following him downstairs, he led me down the hall to his bedroom, and I saw
him crouch down near his bed. Removing a large wooden box from under it,
Jahan-jan moved to his bookshelf and took out a key from the spine of a
book. With a soft click, Jahan-jan opened the box, and poured the contents
onto the bed. There laid several items that I had not seen in years, but I
had not realized that he saved them. Jahan-jan smiled faintly as he ran his
hand on each object "We both knew that eventually, we would have to leave
this place behind. You must admit that you saw this coming Khaled whether
it be by fate or by choice... You are not the only one who has come to the
realization that we would have to leave their graves behind, and so, I've
kept these in preperation for this very situation." When he looked at me
then, I saw the glow in his eyes that I used to see. "Come and look."


Sheepishly, I walked over to him, and looked at the pile below. There was
the tie and books that Kaka adored so much amongst other things wrapped in
cloth, there was an empty bottle of Khala's favorite perfume and even her
wedding veil and dress, but what surprised me were the various photos of
Baba, Jahan, and I. In front of the bazaar, when we saved for ages to buy a
some decent clothes for Eid, but there was also the Taqiyah he always
wore... and I felt the soft fabric in between my fingers.  "Agha, you saved
all of this?" I felt my heart beat faster.

"Of course I did, your Baba was just as much as a Baba to me. It was the
least I could do."

"You saved so many/"

"There is still more around the house, Khaled. I understand that it is
difficult for you to part ways with his grave,
 but you have countless things to take with you... Will you be willing to
go now?"


I held Baba's taqiyah against my chest and nodded "Yes agha."


"That makes me happy Khaled, in all honesty, I would not have been able to
make this journey without you."


When I looked at agha's face then, his expression had not reverted to that
of his usual cold and distant expression, but was still the agha that I
used to know. "It is almost sunrise Khaled-jan, why don't you wake up the
bachem, and we can discuss the situation with him."


"Ne agha."


"How about I make some chai?"


"That would be nice agha."