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The Attack on Kabul University: I Heard the Footsteps of a Death Monster
This story was narrated by Huma*, translated to English by Rustam Seerat
Until 2020, my life was going well, and I was happy. Then, everything changed on Tuesday, November 2.
The day was sunny and cold. After having breakfast, my brother and I left home for Kabul University. The university campus was bustling with lively and cheerful students. I joined my classmates walking to our classroom on the second floor of the white building, the National Center for Legal Education. On the way, Ruqia, Maryam, and I talked about exams. Maryam hugged and kissed me, saying that my notes helped her pass the exam. She planned to invite us to a restaurant to celebrate this success.
The class was “Organizational Development Management.” I was sitting close to the window, enjoying the cool breeze, as we waited for the professor. Suddenly, the terrifying sound of an explosion and gunfire shattered the tranquillity. Initially, I thought the explosion happened outside the university, but I was wrong — terrorists had stormed the university, and our building was their target. Amidst the gunfire, I could hear the footsteps of the death monsters echoing from the stairs coming up to our floor.
