In 2011, Afghanistan was still engulfed in widespread conflict and violence. On the very day I arrived in Herat — September 11 — a powerful explosion shook the capital. I stepped into a country overshadowed by insecurity and uncertainty. Yet, despite the fear and doubts, I set foot on the soil where I hoped to rebuild my future from scratch.
With promises from the United Nations and aid organizations like the Help Institute, we hoped that our return to Afghanistan would be met with support and safety. But when we arrived, some of those promises never became reality.
The relief organization refused to accept us, and the piece of land that the Migration Department had promised was never provided. All we have to this day is a simple receipt.
The most painful incident happened in the second month after our return. We had been invited to a celebration, and when we came back, we discovered our home had been robbed. The thieves had stolen our cash, valuables, and even our food.
We contacted the police, and they told us: “Don’t worry, we will catch the thieves.” But until now, the police are still searching.