by Maya Evans

The first day of snow is turning to slush as we pull up outside a Kuchi
refugee camp on the edge of Kabul. A small heard of goats dressed in old
jumpers graze on a skip of rubbish, our taxi driver pulls up over some
large puddles;  I tiptoe out of the vehicle onto solid land. The refugee
camp is home to around 65 Kuchi nomadic families who have spent their
lives wandering the land with livestock.

The camp is set in the former Shah’s palace grounds, perhaps once the
grandest building in Kabul, the decrepit palace now stands alone on a
hill fort, dilapidated and riddled with bullet holes, a sad relic of a
former time.

refugee camp_shahs palace_hindu kush

The refugee camp is in a large walled off area which seems to be an
extension to the palace grounds. Ramshackle tents constructed from what
appears to be bits of rags, old sacking, old mats, juxtapose with the
breathtaking snow-capped mountain ranges of the Hindu Kush, more
synonomous with the pages of a National Geographic than a scene of
desperate poverty and deprivation.

The Kuchi are traditionally nomadic people who wander land from Pakistan
to Iran grazing cattle and gaining casual work. We hear that the Kuchi
are considered amongst the least respected group of people within
Afghanistan with tales of thievery and low living standards connected
with their image. It remindeds me of the widely held perceptions which
many Britons hold of the traveller community in the UK. Although the
Kuchi are technically Pashtun in ethnicity they are considered a group
apart and receive little to no alleigance from other Pashtuns.

As we walk into the camp we are greeted by a gaggle of young children
dressed in a patchwork of clothing styles: one small boy wearing a pair
of high-heeled women’s shoes wading through the mud, another boy in an
adult’s fleece top dangling around his knees, a girl in a leopard print
jacket over a traditional Afghan trouser suit.

Refugee kids in snowbound Kabul

Refugee kids in snowbound Kabul

We walk through a bit of the camp, past a group of women huddled under a
makeshift shelter, some wearing burkas, others wearing modern clothing
likely donated from a western source. The children follow us every step
of the way wanting to have their photos taken. The tents and shelters
are tightly packed together, there’s a cow tethered to a stick, some
chickens pecking the ground, the bright sun melts the snow from the day
before. The ground underfoot is a mixture of slush and mud.

Goats finding what they can to eat

Goats finding what they can to eat

It seems like the camp elders are trying to work out the best tent to
host us in. Eventually we were shown into a medium sized tent
constructed from hardy canvas material. The muddy  floor is lined with
off-cuts of carpet and small rugs, I remove my shoes and step into the
tent which is large enough to stand up in. I walk to the back of the
tent and sit on the floor, the bits of carpet feel cold and damp. The
other delegates and some members from the Afghan Peace Volunteers also
enter the tent and we are introduced to Frida, a female elder of the
camp who explains she’s received training from the Ministry of Public
Health to teach other women about hygiene, she holds up a badge in a
plastic sleeve. Frida is immediately striking, perhaps in her 50’s, her
weathered face set with deep expressive wrinkles seems to exude strength
and wisdom. Her eyes are intense and you somehow know she has seen and
done much in her hard life.

We learn that the camp has been there for 4 years, that the land belongs
to the Government and the refugees live with the fear of being told to
leave at any point… some sort of military helicopter flies overhead
and drowns out Frida’s voice for a few seconds.

Frida explains that they were in Pakistan until the UNHCR told them to
return to Afghanistan and they would receive help. She tells us that so
far they have received none of that promised help.

frida

Her voice is emotional as she explains (via an interpreter): ”Guests
are like the light of our lives, we are unable to have our needs heard
by leaders such as Karzai- why as president can’t he find a way to look
after his people.”

She explains that a man standing just outside the tent had to bury his 2
dead children in the street as the Government refused to give them a
plot for their dead.

Frida goes on: ”If we can’t bury our dead we may as well not live”.

A man who is sat in the doorway wrapped in a classic Afghan blanket
wearing a traditional Pashtoon hat explains his feelings: ”We are all
trampled upon, no one will speak up for us or talk about our concerns,
aren’t we born here, don’t we belong to this land?”

We learn that all the men are unemployed, unable to find work, the
children don’t go to school. Apparently there is a German NGO who
provide some basic medicines but beyond that they can not get treatment
for proper medical help.

Kuchi men talk about unemployment

Kuchi men talk about unemployment

An older man also sat inside the tent, perhaps Frida’s husband, is asked
for his opinion: ”There are so many problems I don’t know where to
start, I’m an old man but I want to work, but I can only tie up donkeys,
maybe if I had a few sheep it might be a way I could get by. The tents
sometimes get so cold that we prefer to sleep outside.”

Kuchi refugee man who wants to keep a few sheep

Kuchi refugee man who wants to keep a few sheep

I ask if there is a message to send the people in Britain, he replies:
”If the people of Britain could do what they can to help us get through
the cold of winter, we are without work or necessities to get by, even
if you can’t help us, we are grateful for you hearing this message.”

I personally would like to add to his message.

The people of Britain should be speaking out against our own Government who have been central in installing the current corrupt Afghan Government who care very little for the welfare of its people. Our Government has been and continues to be central to the ongoing war which is stopping innocent people from living a life with basic human rights standards. The situation for the
350,000 internally displaced Afghans currently in the country is a
symptom of a much bigger issue: it’s not working, and it will never work while Governments such as ours  continue to prop up and maintain
corruption and inequality.

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