Excerpts for Kids of Kabul : Living Bravely Through a Never-Ending War


Kids of Kabul

Living Bravely Through a Never-Ending War
By Deborah Ellis

Groundwood Books

Copyright © 2012 Deborah Ellis
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781554981816

I used to think if only I could read, then I would be happy. But now I just want more! I want to read about poets and Afghan history and science and about places outside Afghanistan. — Faranoz, 14

When I miss my family, so much that my chest hurts and everything hurts, I try to calm myself by thinking of my future, because I think it could be a good future, if no one comes in and starts killing again. Look at what I’ve learned in just a few years! When I first came here [to this school for child workers] I was afraid all the time. I had too many dark, sad things in my head. I thought there would never be room there for anything else. Then I learned how to read and write and even to use the computer. So now I have many good things to think about. — Aman, 16

I try to remember that my house is not me. Where we live it is very, very bad. We have no clean sheets, no beds. We sleep on the floor. We try to keep it clean but there is mud when it rains and dust when there is no rain. We have no electricity, just a little oil lamp that we light to do our homework, but we must work quickly and not waste the oil. — Sharifa, 14

I live with my grandfather and grandmother. We are really poor. My grandparents don’t work. We have no money for soap, so I am often dirty and wearing dirty clothes. I would like to be better dressed, so when people see me coming they will think, “Oh, this boy is important, look at his clothes, he must be somebody special.” No one will think that of me if I don’t have nice clothes. — Mustala, 13

I was young when my father left, maybe five or six. Sometimes when I’m playing football with my friends, a man will stop and watch us or will walk by really slowly, and I think, “Maybe that’s my father.” I play extra well then, so that he’ll take me away with him. He won’t want a son who is no good at football. — Mustala, 13

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