From the Frying Pan into the Fire

They say in Africa that when elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers. To this Julius Nyerere had once added  that when elephants make love, the grass still suffers. Nyerere had made this witty remark at a summit of the Non-Aligned Movement in the 1970’s. The organisation had been formed to extricate as much of the world from suffering the same fate as the grass in this African proverb, during the Cold War. Yet, it failed Afghanistan as most of NAM’s members were anything but non-aligned. Unfortunately, this included its leading lights.

The US decided to give the USSR a bloody nose in Afghanistan. It seemed no one cared for the poor country caught in the crossfire. Washington found Gen Zia ul Haq’s Pakistan to be a more than willing partner. For the Pakistani dictator, this was an unbelievably lucky opportunity to gain international ‘legitimacy’, even recognition. But for Afghanistan and her people this superpower showdown meant the worst misfortune, misery, death and destruction in the country’s history. The misery continues even two decades after one of the superpowers is no more.

The following article is a short trip down memory lane by an Afghan expat, Muhammad Qayoumi, for Foreign Policy (May 27, 2010). It is one glimpse, through  a particular little window, of how three decades of war can push a country six centuries back in time. It is not claimed that Afghanistan did not have large areas which were, as it were, centuries behind parts of Kabul, Herat and Mazar e Sharif, even 30 years ago. But what is most saddening about this little window on the past is the realisation of the damage that has been done to the psyche of the Afghan people, regardless of who they were, where they lived and in which ‘century’. To regain self-confidence, and to let go of anxieties of more than one sort, would perhaps be the most difficult task faced by the Afghans in their efforts to try and rebuild their country. They will have to relearn to be Afghans, rediscover their own history and not only find hope and security, but once again get used to feeling hopeful and secure. They will have to learn to smile again. (bciv)

Once Upon a Time in Afghanistan…

Record stores, Mad Men furniture, and pencil skirts — when Kabul had rock ‘n’ roll, not rockets

On a recent trip to Afghanistan, British Defense Secretary Liam Fox drew fire for calling it “a broken 13th-century country.” The most common objection was not that he was wrong, but that he was overly blunt. He’s hardly the first Westerner to label Afghanistan as medieval. Former Blackwater CEO Erik Prince recently described the country as inhabited by “barbarians” with “a 1200 A.D. mentality.” Many assume that’s all Afghanistan has ever been — an ungovernable land where chaos is carved into the hills. Given the images people see on TV and the headlines written about Afghanistan over the past three decades of war, many conclude the country never made it out of the Middle Ages.

But that is not the Afghanistan I remember. I grew up in Kabul in the 1950s and ’60s. When I was in middle school, I remember that on one visit to a city market, I bought a photobook about the country published by Afghanistan’s planning ministry. Most of the images dated from the 1950s. I had largely forgotten about that book until recently; I left Afghanistan in 1968 on a U.S.-funded scholarship to study at the American University of Beirut, and subsequently worked in the Middle East and now the United States. But recently, I decided to seek out another copy. Stirred by the fact that news portrayals of the country’s history didn’t mesh with my own memories, I wanted to discover the truth. Through a colleague, I received a copy of the book and recognized it as a time capsule of the Afghanistan I had once known — perhaps a little airbrushed by government officials, but a far more realistic picture of my homeland than one often sees today.

A half-century ago, Afghan women pursued careers in medicine; men and women mingled casually at movie theaters and university campuses in Kabul; factories in the suburbs churned out textiles and other goods. There was a tradition of law and order, and a government capable of undertaking large national infrastructure projects, like building hydropower stations and roads, albeit with outside help. Ordinary people had a sense of hope, a belief that education could open opportunities for all, a conviction that a bright future lay ahead. All that has been destroyed by three decades of war, but it was real.

I have since had the images in that book digitized. Remembering Afghanistan’s hopeful past only makes its present misery seem more tragic. Some captions in the book are difficult to read today: “Afghanistan’s racial diversity has little meaning except to an ethnologist. Ask any Afghan to identify a neighbor and he calls him only a brother.” “Skilled workers like these press operators are building new standards for themselves and their country.” “Hundreds of Afghan youngsters take active part in Scout programs.” But it is important to know that disorder, terrorism, and violence against schools that educate girls are not inevitable. I want to show Afghanistan’s youth of today how their parents and grandparents really lived.


Original caption: “Kabul University students changing classes. Enrollment has doubled in last four years.”

The physical campus of Kabul University, pictured here, does not look very different today. But the people do. In the 1950s and ’60s, students wore Western-style clothing; young men and women interacted relatively freely. Today, women cover their heads and much of their bodies, even in Kabul. A half-century later, men and women inhabit much more separate worlds.


Biology class, Kabul University.

In the 1950s and ’60s, women were able to pursue professional careers in fields such as medicine. Today, schools that educate women are a target for violence, even more so than five or six years ago.


Student nurses at Maternity Hospital, Kabul.

When I was growing up, education was valued and viewed as the great equalizer. If you went to school and achieved good grades, you’d have the chance to enter college, maybe study abroad, be part of the middle class, and enjoy a comfortable lifestyle. Education was a hallowed value. Today, I think people have become far more cynical. They do not see the link between education and a better life; they see instead that those who have accumulated wealth and power have not done so through legitimate means.


Most hospitals give extensive post-natal care to young mothers.

This infant ward in a Kabul hospital in the 1960s contrasts sharply with one I visited in 2004 in Mazar-e-Sharif. There I found two babies born prematurely sharing the same incubator. That hospital, like many in Afghanistan today, did not have enough equipment.


Infant ward at feeding time.

In the 1960s, about half of Afghanistan’s people had access to some level of medical care; now a much smaller percentage do. Today’s hospitals are crowded, the facilities limited; nearly one in four babies born in Afghanistan today does not reach its fifth birthday.


A laboratory at the Vaccine Research Center.

Above is a vaccine research center attached to a Kabul hospital in the 1960s. Today, medical care across the country is limited by several factors, including lack of electricity. Less than 20 percent of Afghans have access to electricity; many homes are lit by kerosene lamps, with only fans running to combat the heat.


 “A villager welcomes visiting nurses to his compound.

The central government of Afghanistan once oversaw various rural development programs, including one, pictured here, that sent nurses in jeeps to remote villages to inoculate residents from such diseases as cholera. Now, security concerns alone make such an effort nearly impossible. Government nurses, as well as U.N. and NGO medical workers, are regular targets for insurgent groups that merely want to create disorder and terror in society.


Hundreds of Afghan youngsters take active part in Scout programs.

Afghanistan once had Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts. In the 1950s and ’60s, such programs were very similar to their counterparts in the United States, with students in elementary and middle schools learning about nature trails, camping, and public safety. But scouting troops disappeared entirely after the Soviet invasions in the late 1970s.


Park Cinema, like many others, provides the needed entertainment.

This movie theater was located near where I once lived, and we could even see Hollywood movies there. (I remember seeing Spartacus, The FBI Story, and The Dirty Dozen.)


Mothers and children at a city playground.

I also remember a playground a few hundred yards away from the theater, where mothers used to take their children to play. Now, only men loiter in the city parks; it is unsafe to bring children outside.


Skilled workers like these press operators are building new standards for themselves and their country.

Light and medium industry, like this metal shop in the Kabul suburbs, once held great promise for Afghanistan’s economy. But today, how could you run such an operation without ample electricity? Now there are only small shops, people who work at home — no major industrial centers. Currently, Afghanistan’s chief export is opium.


 “Sarobi hydro-power plant on Kabul River is one of the country’s foremost power stations.

With German assistance, Afghanistan built its first large hydropower station, pictured here, in the early 1950s. At the time, it was state of the art. It is still in operation, but unfortunately, in the last eight years, Afghanistan’s government has not been able to build a single large power plant of any kind. The only sizable accomplishment has been the expansion of a transport line to Uzbekistan so that power can be imported from the north.


Gulbahar Textile Plant is one of the most modern in Asia.

When I was growing up, Afghanistan did have medium and light industry, such as the textile factory pictured here. There was a sense then that Afghanistan had a bright future — its economy was growing, its industry on par with other countries in the region. Back then, most of the cotton processed in a plant like this was grown locally. But three decades of war have destroyed industry and the supply chain.


Kabul is served by an up-to-date transportation system.

Compared with the 1950s and ’60s, fewer women work outside the home, and their outfits are much more conservative than what you see here.


Central control panel at Radio Kabul transmitter. Transmitter can be heard as far distant as South Africa and Indonesia.

If you flipped through the radio dial in the 1960s, you would hear broadcasts of world news, local news, music programs, funny skits, political discourse, maybe an art program, a children’s show. Radio Kabul, a state-run station whose old offices are pictured here, was launched in the 1930s.


Recording room pre-records many interviews, special service programs for delayed broadcast.

Modern Afghanistan actually has a greater number of private radio stations, as well as broadcast and satellite television shows. This is one bright spot. But access to radio and TV depends on electricity, and so in a practical sense, the audience is therefore limited. Only the most well-to-do families have private generators to ensure uninterrupted electricity to power electrical devices.


International trade fair at Kabul.

During the annual commemoration of Afghanistan’s independence, Kabul was lit up at night in late August and early September for nine evenings in the early 1960s. Now the city is dark. Even driving at night gives an eerie feeling. There are hardly any lights on; the streets are desolate, and there is no night life.


Textile store window display.

Clothing boutiques like these were a familiar feature in Kabul during my childhood.


Phonograph record store.

So, too, were record stores, bringing the rhythm and energy of the Western world to Kabul teenagers.


Furniture display room.

Today, furniture stores like this one are a rarity. Most furniture is manufactured outside Afghanistan, and only a small percentage of Afghans now have even simple furniture like this in their homes.


Fresh fruit bazaar.

When I visit Kabul today, it is only the fruit bazaars that still look the same.


Cabinet in session.

The education level of Afghanistan’s cabinet today is far less than it was 50 years ago, when this photo was taken. Back then, most high-ranking government officials would have had master’s or doctoral degrees. Western dress was the norm. These days, government meetings in Kabul are conducted among men, many with long beards, big turbans, and traditional garb.


In the absence of dependable international peace, national defense plays an important role in the affairs of the nation.

Afghanistan’s once strong and functional defensive forces are today only a memory. After the Soviets left, Pakistan was instrumental in destroying the country’s armed services. Since the 1990s civil war, the subsequent Taliban takeover, and the U.S.-led intervention, domestic security forces have proved extremely difficult to build, even as security remains a top concern.


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9 responses to “From the Frying Pan into the Fire

  1. Octavian

    “After the Soviets left, Pakistan was instrumental in destroying the country’s armed services.”

    Yeah, the wilting, flower power loving Afghanis were completely innocent and free of blame. Idiot.

    The last picture should be an Afghan refugee camp in Pakistan with the caption “Afghan Go Home”.

  2. A

    Does it not sound like – the CIA /US / India/ Israel / Western Media … are instrumental in derailing Pakistan.

    and you can now complete the rest ‘Yeah the wilting …’

  3. A

    derailing = > derailing + defaming

  4. Hira Mir

    I like the author puts in the zia regime tenure in the article. This was elegant for Zia but turned in as a misery for the people of Pakistan which we still suffer. The inborn homemade terror, the Taliban, thanks to zia regime is carryin out brutal attack through out the country today and we continue to suffer.

  5. Sher Zaman

    A very sad story indeed; a country with so many amenities is now in tatters and rags. Let’s hope things get better with time, so that the Afghanis can live their lost dream.

  6. db

    Afghans in the pictures seem to very civilized too…look at the picture where they are boarding the bus..all lined up in a queue, ladies one door and gents on the other…you will never see this scene in India (& probably Pakistan too) for another 200 years…everyone tries to beat everyone else in boarding the bus – pushing, shoving, scolding with ample opportunities to molest the weaker sex.

  7. Arjun

    >you will never see this scene in India (& probably
    >Pakistan too) for another 200 years

    DB, lining up for a bus and boarding it in line is common behavior in places like Mumbai, fyi. Do not generalize to the whole of India what you’ve seen in one city or a few places.

  8. Androidguy


    I have been to many, many places in India, being an Indian myself, and except Mumbai there is no place where people line up for buses. Please do not defend the indefensible. Indians suck at civic sense, lets admit it.

  9. Azad

    I visited Kabul just before the hell broke lose in 1976, and did not see any thing like that there. These pictures appears to be from Soviet propaganda archives and and most likely are not of Afghanistan.

    Kabul at that time was more conservative than Peshawar. There was just one pocket where the elite and King’s relatives lived and if at all, these pictures might have been taken in that neighborhood.
    We went to watch an Indian movie there and the afghans had no qualms about spitting whenever and wherever they liked, we just could not even finish the movie and walked out in disgust.
    The writer has built up a cockamamie narrative that never existed outside of a particular neighborhood in Kabul.

    We did not see a Burqaless woman in whole of Jalalabad.
    Overall Afghanistan was and still is more conservative than K-P in Pakistan.