The carnival welcomed the city with bright glimpses and hustle and bustle of the fun camps. The two tiny tots entered teasing and displaying the ultimate sibling fight.
“Pink ribbons, pink dress, pink shoes, pink lips and now pink candies, pinky”; teased the 8 yr old.

“Ammi…. ” cried the 5 yr old sister.

“I don’t fear you pinky ghost” said the brother laughing loud.

“I wonder why mom brought a porcupine home, you belong to the tree you were brought from” replied the sister grinning her teeth.

Amidst the fight, mother gave them a title “The Pink Porcupine, forever and together”.

Both settled at the Giant Wheel after a lot of chaos.

“Stop stop” shouted the pink nose.

“Take a round too high and with great speed” directed the fun loving porcupine.

The mother standing far, sighed with peace and love of how her delicate pink rose was being protected by the elder porcupine. She prayed to Allah for her kids with utmost peace.

The lovely silence broke down to the disturbing noise of bullets. As the giant wheel stopped, the ground broke down to lay thousands dead.

A bullet aimed at the girl was consumed by the boy. The mother exclaimed her last words in disturbing silence “My Pink Porcupine Forever and together”, holding back her dead son and moaning daughter.

Once again, amidst the innocence and forever love of the pink porcupine terrorism won the game.

Chaotic streets of Kabul see grim faces of terror with each turning sides of calendar but the sunrise is never bright to light the lives of innocent faces.

Skinny kids digging gold in rags are often the unpleasant sights one witnesses. Kids are to act a rebel to the social trauma attached with child labor and sexual harassment they are projected to. Afghanistan records about 25% of it’s children working.

Childhood is a full time job in Afghanistan.