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This short story went viral on Facebook among Afghanistan’s users
On 23rd March, Khoshnood Khurrami wrote this short story on his Facebook page. The story resonated among the platform's users from Afghanistan and went viral, was read, and shared by thousands. Below is my translation.
Sixteen years ago, I fought with my father. It was in the afternoon. He said things; I said things back. I was a teenager. The thing we fought over was not fight-worthy; only we did not want to lose face and compromise on our ego. I was like him in many ways; he was a thick-boned, anxious, and short-tempered man. He came down a few stairs, slapped me hard, and said, "In the village, you’re the only son who stands up to his father like this.”
This slap, this fight, this encounter was creating new paths. I didn’t say anything else. At night, I slowly went down to his room. Father’s waistcoat was hung on a nail at the end of the room. I reached into my father’s vest pocket. I don’t remember how much it was, but I remember that he had sold a sheep the day before. I took everything that was inside the father’s vest pocket. I left the house early in the morning and the village and the family. From there, I went to the city and finally took the path that our fathers had gone before…
