I think I need to write. I need to put my thought out of my brain and share. I can't or I don't have much close friend to talk to.
I am not sure what is going to happen to me here in Kabul. Do I will survive or not. I am living here alone and lots of people know me here.
I scare some times. I scare if some thing happens to me, there is not much help or justice or punishment. No law is here or there is not much law here.
I miss my laughs, I miss my comfort and safety. some times I ask myself why I came back? I answer: I don't have other choice but I am not sure about my answer. We all have choices and we choose.
