“A skeleton isn’t alive,” the boy chuckled, pointing a stick at a half-buried tombstone. “Why should we be afraid?” This, my friends, is the Deh Khodaidad Cemetery. It’s a place where life and death seem to coexist, not in somber silence, but amidst the laughter of children and the murmur of everyday life. You see, in Kabul, cemeteries aren’t just for the deceased; they are woven into the fabric of daily life. Decades of conflict have sadly filled these grounds, transforming them into sprawling spaces that offer something scarce in this bustling city – open space. The Deh Khodaidad Cemetery, like others in Kabul, becomes a playground where children chase each other, their games echoing amidst the graves. It’s a space where adults gather, sharing stories and finding solace. The lack of parks and public spaces makes these cemeteries, with their tranquility and open skies, a refuge. Life, as they say, finds a way.
Kuh-e Khvajeh Rawash
Overlooking Kabul, Afghanistan, rises Kuh-e Khvajeh Rawash. It’s more than just a peak. It’s a silent observer, watching centuries unfold.