Editor's note: Finbarr O'Reilly is a Reuters photographer based in Africa. He has made three trips to Afghanistan over the past three years, embedding each time with the Canadian army and their Afghan counterparts operating in Kandahar Province's Panjwaii and Zhari districts, from where the Taliban originated. This audio slideshow captures some of the chaos and confusion of a worsening conflict.
Our voices (refugees) are weeping about:
Peace in our land,
The losses we had,
The family we left behind,
Hatred in our own heart,
Your prayers for us,
Your love for us,
How you can help us,
Without forgetting,
I have love for all creatures,
And as every one goes to bed at night,
My heart wakes,
My mind gets at work,
And all I dream about is, me in the war,
Is me in the refugee camp,
Is me fighting together with those refugees I left behind to bring peace,
I have never find peace,
Reason why I am writing to you,
To hear our voices in the empty space,
Blowing in the wind, seeking to catch the ears of the merciful,
I know I have done wrong,
I am not a righteous man,
But please!
Do not hate me,
For the Bible says no one is...
I may not have wealth, but I am not greedy,
I am a poor refugee, and for that I am proud,
Proud of every thing God has made of me,
But I do not use my gift to relegate others,
Or to humiliate others,
I love all creatures, and bear the pain with them always...
And as every one goes to bed at night,
My heart wakes,
My mind gets at work,
And all I dream about is, me in the war,
Is me in the refugee camp,
Is me fighting together with those refugees I left behind to bring peace,
I have never find peace,
Reason why I am writing to you,
To hear our voices in the empty space,
Blowing in the wind, seeking to catch the ears of the merciful,
The root of the challenge is bitter, but the fruit tastes sweet. Some of the Idahoan-Bhutanese have been in Idaho for almost two years. For every individual, at first life was full of challenges. People were worried about finding jobs and getting adjusted to change in the environment and culture. At that time, the economy of the U.S. was moving south and for the ESL people it was tough time to find a good job. All the Bhutanese were full of fear of how to keep their lives on track.
But slowly the people started feeling more comfortable with ongoing social and environmental changes. Some of them got jobs and proceeded ahead in building their careers. By now almost all the early immigrant have a job, a car and good access to technology. Some of us even have a brand new laptop, etc. Some of us are studying in college and are supported by government financial aid. No one had ever thought about all these things while back in the refugee camp. By now some of us know how to do banking and use debit and credit cards and even to pay utility bills online.
More than 100,000 Bhutanese refugees spent almost 17 years of their lives in refugee camps. Their houses were made out of bamboo and thatch. Camps were situated in the eastern lowlands of Nepal. Huts were arranged in a rows and columns with a maximum of 10 to 15 feet gap between them. These clusters of huts look amazing from the sky. The huts were numbered and grouped from units to sectors to entire camps. Even a single hut was separated into rooms for individual people living in one family. There was no electricity in the camp. The people used to use kerosene lamps for light. Though there was a school, the teaching and learning process was very poor. Think about it ... there was no electricity in the school. Still some of the students of these schools became doctors and engineers in Nepal. Isn't this amazing?
These camps were protected by the United Nations High Commission for Refugees (UNHCR). For living, the people were given rations every 15 days with a maximum of 5 kg rice per person. Moreover they were given cereals, sugar, salt and vegetables every week and the people used to use domestic coal to cook food. For water, these people used tap water, for which they were supposed to wait on a long queue for a liter of water.
Bhutanese always make comparisons between their living standard while in the refugee camp and and in the USA. And some of them don't mind doing any kind of job because of their past life experience. Now Idahoan Bhutanese are hoping that sooner or later they will have a beautiful house and a good job where their family lives together and enjoys their American life.
Though the start was hard, slowly the people are getting on track and all Idahoan-Bhutanese are waiting for that fine day to come in their life.
When this week's High Country News arrived I was psyched to see a cover story on "The Newest Westerners" under the striking picture of a Somali woman in a classic Western American town. But as I flipped through the stories, I couldn't believe they didn't have anything from Boise refugees.
Then I read Jonathan Thompson's Editor's Note, and recalled our chat at Leku Ona a year ago. Thompson, who has been reading The Grip (and quotes Fidel!), did what HCN does best; take a nugget of an idea and explore how it plays out in the wider Western states.
The package contains stories from an African market in Greeley, a Sudanese orphan going to college in Tucson and an Iraqi journalist remaking his life in Berkeley, among other tales [some of these links may be behind a not-for-profit paywall].
The vignettes in HCN provide snapshots into refugee lives in several Western states, much as this blog attempts to do for Boise. And they also provide a recognition that immigrants from around the world are helping to shape the future of the Intermountain West. Give them a read.
Muslim law professor and Fulbright Scholar Fikret Karcic, a professor of law at the University of Sarajevo in Bosnia and Herzegovina, will deliver a lecture on Islam and modernity tonight at Boise State.
Karcic has been on campus this month as a visiting specialist through the Fulbright Program’s “Direct Access to the Muslim World” initiative. Karcic is a legal historian with a particular interest in Islamic law in non-Muslim countries and Muslim institutions and modernization.
From a 2007 Radio Free Europe interview: "I disagree with this theory, for I do not think that what we are seeing today is indeed a clash of civilizations — Western and Islamic — but rather a clash of divergent interests, which are being disguised as cultural or religious and then presented as such. But I am afraid that if we keep endlessly addressing this notion of the clash of civilization, we might well end up in just such a clash."
Karcic delivers a public talk on Islam and Modernity tonight, 7-8:30 p.m., in the Student Union Building Jordan Ballroom. The talk is sponsored by the Boise State Writing Project, and is free and open to the public.
Despite the fact that some first born loiter around, forgetting their responsibilities, it still common in Congo for the first born to fill his father’s shoes when he turns 18.
It’s a responsibility that no one would ever accept if proposed, but you can’t choose when to be born. The first male child has to set rules and order in the family in the absence of the father. And after he grows, he has to provide and help his younger siblings to achieve their goals.
Being the first born in the Congo means you can never screw up, never misbehave or be anything less than your father was. After you’ve grown, you’ll be involved in every decision that the parents ought to make in the family. You’ll be the one looked at whenever your younger sibling misbehave, and your parent will turn the disciplinary duties to you. Making sure everything around the family functions well and everybody represents the family values.
Now, if you decide to move from the family or start a family of your own, you’ll be looked at for financial assistance whenever it’s needed, get weekly reports of what is happening back in the family and be called in for family meetings whenever necessary.
You’ll have to live your life as an example; you are obliged to do these things by your birth placement.
Your younger siblings and girls in the family are free to live their lives the way they feel. If never want to help the family, no one will blame them.
That’s the reason why people that are in my position as the first male born, far away from home, have a much bigger challenge than anticipated. They have to make sure their families back in Africa still live up to expectations and values. They have to step into their father's shoes and become the providers, and even advisers from miles away, By phone or mail, we make sure the younger ones do not go astray in our absence.
They have the obligation to not fail, give up or relent their pursuit. You have to discipline yourself, doing only that which is useful and necessary for you and above all, considering your family in every decision you are making before you finalize it.
After the Refugee English Language Center changed location, I took the liberty of visiting the new location on Friday morning and attended classes in all three levels, reminiscing the old days when I first came to Idaho.
The school moved from Jefferson Street to River and 13th streets in the Bronco Elite Art & Athletics Building. The place looks spacious and wide, with four class rooms and offices. The school moved due to the increase in numbers of students. The school now hosts 270 refugee students and it was hard to accommodate them at the old location, where they had to drop the computer lab to turn the room into a classroom, according to Steve Rainey, the director of the refugee English Language Center.
Rainey also highlights his excitement that the school will be able to reopen the computer lab again. Great idea indeed; when I moved here three-and-a-half years ago, I had to take computer classes with Steve and with the little experience that I got from there, I was able to secure a Night Auditing job at the Doubletree Riverside Hotel.
It was not great that this computer facility was missing and I hope new refugees take advantage of this class as it’s reopening again. Most refugees find the new location really perfect as they find it closer to their apartments than the older place, and some say it is easy to walk to.
The other great program that’s coming soon at the English language center is the Employability skills class, which will be thought by Susan Rahman.
The program was started by the Spring Institute in Denver and is called, Work Styles, said Susan. It is a two-week training, six hours a day. This program is coming soon and as cool as it sounds, I have decided to take part and possibly will blog about it.
It indeed felt great to sit in those classrooms again and learn with refugees from multiple countries. The atmosphere was high. Thanks to the people who are making these things possible, to Steve Rainy, and all the teachers who are allowing us to get into the workforse with a little bit of communication skills.
It’s part of our culture for the elders to seat kids around them under a tree and narrate a old time wise story. It may be funny or entertaining, but above all, it has to carry a message that will last for generations and generations.
Some of these stories will have been told by their great-grandfathers, and repeated thereafter. My grandfather was a very talented mimic and always had funny stories, but he had one puzzle on his mind.
Being disappointed by his elders after they died and never got back to him, he decided to share his pain and disappointments with us.
“Kids, your elders had promised to return to me from the dead and tell me how it is where they are. But since I’ve been waiting, no one has ever even appeared in my sleep to wake me up. And that’s why I gather you here today, to ensure you that after I am gone, it won’t be longer than a week before I come back to tell you where people go after they are dead.”
This theory stunned us all, being a bunch of 7-year-olds, we could not wait to hear from him after he was gone. The children of the village begged that he be buried in the school yard where we played soccer so we could see him fulfill the promise. We believed in him and started spending hours in that yard playing and paying attention. Weeks went by, months and a year until the kids started lamenting that grandfather lied just like he was lied too by his elders.
Later when we were 10 years old, his wife seated us under the same tree and narrated a story about death. She supported her story with the Bible proving to us that, once someone is dead, he has no part in the world of the living anymore, he can never feel, hear or understand. It took us a while before we could believe her, but this remains one of the more complicated stories of my generation.
Dipawali, festival of light, is also known by many names such as diwali, Tihar, Bhai Teeka or Laxmi Puja.
It is celebrated for fives days. It is another festival that comes right after Dasain. Hindus worship different animals such as the crow, dog, cow and goddess of fortune or wealth (Goddess Laxmi). They celebrate this festival by cooking a variety of foods at home, playing with fire, cards, and decorating homes and streets with beautiful light.
The first day of tihar is known as 'Kag tihar', crows day. On this day crows are offered food on a plate made out of leaves in the morning before anyone in the house takes food. In the kingdom of Nepal crow is not killed because, as a legend says, one crow happened to drink the water of life. Thus you can see crows sitting everywhere, without the fear of human beings. Crow the messenger of death is honored on the first day of tihar.
The second day is called 'Kukur tihar', dogs day. A dog plays many roles in our society. We have dogs in our houses as guardians of the house. As the legend also says, there is a dog at yama's (one of the Gods) gate guarding the gate to the underworld. The dog is also the steed of the fearful Bhairab, the god of destruction. So on this day a big red tika (temporary mark on forehead), is put on a dog's forehead and a beautiful garland around the neck. After worshiping the dog, it is given very delicious meal. This day the saying 'every dog has his day' comes true, for even a stray dog is looked upon with respect. We pray to the dog to guard our house as he guards the gate of the underworld and to divert destruction away from our homes. On this day you can see dogs running around with garlands on their necks.
The third day is the most important day of the festival. It is called 'Laxmi puja', The day when we worship the goddess of wealth. On this day, early in the morning, the cow is worshiped. Tika is put on her head and a garland around her neck then she feasts with delicious food. A cow also symbolizes wealth and she is the most holy animal for Hindus. Cow is the national animal of Nepal.
Dipwali is the festival when sisters wish a long life to their brothers.
In recent years, Afghanistan has been constantly in the public eye, yet there are many who don’t know the difference between Afghani and Afghan. (Hint: one is a national currency and the other is a nationality.) The Library! at Hillcrest hopes to change that with Afghanistan: The Face of Islam, a panel discussion featuring refugees from Afghanistan who now call Boise home. Led by moderator Jasmin Aguilar of the refugee resettlement agency Agency for New Americans, panelists will speak about their experiences in their war-torn home country, as well as provide insight into their culture.
Aguilar, an Afghan refugee herself, will start things off with a basic overview of the country and then she’ll turn the reins over to the panelists. Topics include religion, food, art and many other relevant areas of discussion. The panel will then be followed by a question and answer session, which will provide audience members with a chance to ask questions and clear up any lingering misconceptions. This program is one of a series put on by The Library! at Hillcrest and, while open to all, it is primarily aimed at adults.
Thursday, Oct. 15, 7 p.m., FREE, The Library! at Hillcrest, 5246 W. Overland Road, 208-562-4996, boisepubliclibrary.org.
-Jeff Lake