By Kiran Shetty
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March 12, 2019
During the Afghanistan war, through the art of living community page, I cam across Edwina, an American lady who was doing some work there and I decided to join her. It was a moment of truth for me, my birthday was coming up and I'd had so many lovely days but this year I wanted to do something different and loved worked with children. Edwina did initially dissuade me for security reasons; the war had just ended and me being with an Indian passport at the time because of safety and implications of red tape. However I felt a strong sense of longing which overpowered my fear and collected clothes and money for the children and flew out. As I was flying with emirates, they decided to cover the story in the India corporate newsletter. I stayed at the humanitarian centre which was in a half bombed-dilapated state and was challenging. However I taught stress management in Orphanages and refugee camps to children, they were all strangers to one another between the ages of 5 and 18. I used a translator to interact with them (they spoke pushtu) and how honestly they were listening, smiling and engaged moved me. They were beautiful children in tragic conditions. On my birthday, I managed to get a proper birthday cake from the American residential community, the handicapped children danced and sang and I gave out chocolates from my layover in Dubai. After 15 days left,I didn’t want to leave them, I wanted to take them with me, I loved them. They said it was so lovely to have you here, they’ve never seen a cake before and there were tears and hugging, I was overwhelmed. Every now and again I look back on this experience and I feel truly grateful to have met and helped these children.