Araf

Afghans, derived of all their reasons to live there in their homeland and obliged to take refuge here in this country, are waiting for their turn in the hope of starting a new future in another country. These lives in “Araf” have been reminiscing about vague memories of the past; while on the contrary each coming day is serving up crumbs of the future drifting away day by day. In these lands wrapped in the smell of desolation they are burying their dead up in the sky; in the very first breath of their newborn babies they are searching for their own lives lost and gone. These exiled people, sealed with the sins of those who had turned their holy lands into hell, are now turning their faces to “heaven” and waiting for that voice to call out: Hello to all of you!