One of my dearest friends in this whole world is the widow of an Afghan Soldier, he wasn't an ordinary man, but rather one of the sons of Afghanistan who lived above the common man. He died a hero, and to his last breath, devoted to his country, his wife, his children, and living a life of honor, service, and devotion to sacred duty. When you have been married to such a man, while you know what rare and special privilege has been yours, and that few women ever find such love, that knowledge cannot come close to comforting the loss. I know why General Duad Duad loved his Belquis, not only is she a beautiful woman with the most soothing voice I have ever heard, she is also a remarkable person, living a life of honor, service, and devotion to sacred duty. She loved her husband with her entire being, and does still. He was assassinated on May 28, 2011 as he served his country, knowing that day his life was under serious threat, he refused to retreat from the threat, and faced the danger for all he held dear. Courage was his until his last breath. "Oh, how the mighty heroes have fallen! Stripped of their weapons, they lie dead."
May the daughters of Afghanistan raise their sons well, that General Duad Duad's boots may one day again be filled, and may my dear friend find comfort and peace.
May the daughters of Afghanistan raise their sons well, that General Duad Duad's boots may one day again be filled, and may my dear friend find comfort and peace.
Missing Him So Much
Once a woman wrote to me words that my heart did touch.
“Missing my husband so much, missing him so much.”
An act of war took him, no matter how tightly she did clutch.
“Missing my husband so much, missing him so much.”
She and I know that nobility resides more deeply in men as such.
“Missing my husband so much, missing him so much.”
Once a woman wrote to me words that my heart did touch.
“Missing my husband so much, missing him so much.”
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