Afghanistan fell to the Taliban in August 2021. That is why August is a month full of bitter memories for many Afghans.
But for me, August is more than just a bad memory.
I am scared of August, and since we entered this month, an indescribable fear has filled me. My heart is empty and a feeling of sadness has sprouted in me. August is an unfortunate fate for me that has darkened my world and turned me into a burdensome human being.
In August I had a free fall from a highrise ladder to the ground. I am destroyed within myself. August is not a time for me, it is a place, a hellish place where I catch fire, burn and turn into ashes.
I hate August so much that I want to eliminate it from the calendar. I want the calendar to be without August because my life is being categorized as before and after it.
I want to resist and stay in July. I don’t want to enter August. I want to live in July. August is another name for hell. It is the name of brutality and evil that invades and turns the world into a wasteland of evil.
Now, my job is to fight the August.
There is great power in me. I am angry and rebellious. I will go to a war to fight against August with full force and I will never surrender to it. I will defeat it.
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