School’s just about over, and so the kids had an Olympics.
Immediately following which I flew to Maimana to assist in an evaluation. From 3000ft, the countryside around Faizabad is quite beautiful – if treeless.
In Maimana I am looking at the sustainability and management practices of one of our projects, the orthopaedic workshop, and the community based rehabilitation project.
Each of these prostheses tells a hard story of marginalisation and loneliness.
In Afghanistan, if you are disabled, you are barely a person. People with disabilities are routinely tied up, locked in dark rooms. Our worker there has endless case studies of people found in locked rooms in villages, never bathed or cared for, with long hair, long fingernails, caked-on dirt, thrown scraps of food.
Slowly, through our advocacy, treatment and encouragement, some of these people find lives, work, a place in the community. Some of them. Ours is one project, in one province, working in three valley systems, in about 18 villages.
I would like this work to grow.