If the father is gone, his gun is still there!
Habiba Khahushi, a girl from the Khahush valley in the Khust district of Baghlan province, is fighting alone against the Taliban. She is the proudest soldier of freedom!
Author: Hashmat Radfar
On Friday (August 12), the Taliban killed her father and brother. They didn't let Habiba and other family members participate in their funeral. On Monday, according to village customs, in honor of the death of the father and son (Sabzmuhammad and Muhammadyar), a ceremony was held for the end of the reading of the Koran and khairat (charitable treats). The villagers, who had spent hard days in the war, were worried about the future and were busy preparing food for the mourners when a group of Taliban broke into the house and started shooting at people and the walls of Sabzmuhammad's house. They even shot at the cauldron and bowls and turned the cauldron over, loudly shouting and cursing. Panic filled the area.
According to village custom, at that moment Khabiba experienced the death of her father and brother with endless pain and suffering in her icy soul within the four walls of the house. Hearing the voices of the murderers of her father and brother, her pain doubled. She went upstairs, where her father's gun still stood leaning against the wall in the corner of the house. She took up arms. It was heavy. PK (Kalashnikov machine gun) is not a light weapon. She could smell her father's hands on his weapon. The tears in her eyes had dried from crying over the past few days. The scarlet blood of his father and younger brother were still fresh.
She moved her father's weapons and shrapnel and touched them. She is no stranger to using a rifle and stuffing PKs and Kalashnikov magazines with shrapnel. She is the daughter of a commander and the sister of a liberator soldier, both of whom were martyred in a battle with the enemy.
Outside the house, the noise intensifies. The Taliban are shooting at the air, the ground, the door, the wall, the cauldron, and the bowl, shouting and swearing. The weight of hatred presses on Habibe's throat. She can't take it. She thinks she has nothing more to lose but her life. Her blood boils. She builds a barricade from the top window of her father's house, a barricade that is at the ruling point inside and outside the house. When she sees a favorable situation, without the slightest hesitation, she begins to shoot at the killers of her father and brother. The war between Khabiba and the Taliban lasts at least an hour. As a result, 5 of talibs are seriously and superficially injured, and the rest ran away to deal with the wounded.
Before the Taliban auxiliaries arrive, Habiba slings his father's PK weapon on his shoulder and takes refuge in the mountains with two loaves of stale bread.
The mountains of the Khust district are a unique refuge for local fighters, where you can still see traces of the war with the Soviet Red Army on the rocks and ridges. Because the hard rocks and caves, going into the very heart of the mountains, were the shelter of thousands of Khustians who took refuge from fear of Soviet bombers. Granite rocks are hard and hold back vibration waves. The people of this region seem to have learned to endure adversity and break the waves precisely at these rocks.
For the third night now, Khabiba, alone and leaning on the same solid rocks of the mountains of his land, firmly and dignifiedly directs his fiery arrows of hatred, revenge, burning, and female fire into the forehead of the enemy, who is nothing more than a predatory monster of our time. So far, three major Taliban operations to arrest Khabiba have failed.
Elders, relatives, and local influences have made many efforts to get this hard granite to give up the war, which has not yet been achieved.
In the latter case, this morning, when a local cleric approached her with assurance from the Taliban and local residents, Habiba did not allow him to approach her fortress and said: “These are the killers of my father and brother, whose ancestors swore allegiance to the Holy Quran Habibullah Kalakani also and sealed it, but what did they do to him and how will they do to me? Apart from ignorance and killing people, is this group loyal to another value so that I can trust in their guarantee?”.
It is clear that Habiba is bogged down in a completely unfavorable environment and in a clearly unequal battle to protect the blood of her father and young brother. Whatever the result of this resilience, its eternal message is that today women make up not only half of the body of society but all of its honor, freedom, and pride. But both our existence and our land depend on the role, position, and influence of women in the nature and destiny of our society today and tomorrow.
Habiba from the family of Tahmina and Rabiya, in the very heart of history, is the only companion of the Kobani girls on the heights of the Hindu Kush mountains. She is from a generation of knowledgeable and strong women and girls of our land who over the past year have stood face to face with the most bloodthirsty and brutal armed group that dominates their country, and fought for bread, work and freedom.
Sailing against the waves of the sea is the business of those who know what fate awaits them, but their traces will forever remain in history. The gun barrel of Habiba, the guardian of freedom, a brave and unshakable leader and commander in a traditional and backward society, still far from developing the ability for equality in various fields, is also aimed at the foundations of the slave mentality of the Taliban.
The point of Khabiba's standoff on the Hindu Kush mountains is that, whether the world knows it or not, whether they like it or not, we are committed to walking the hard path of freedom in our captive land until we reach the goal of ending the usurpation and demonic rule of the Taliban in our ancient and painful country. We are unshakable!
