Thunder Over Kandahar

“I wish with all my heart that you were in school. I love my country, Daughter, but here we have been robbed of our most precious gifts: thought and imagination. Only in an atmosphere of peace and security can artists, poets, and writers flourish. Without our artists and storytellers, we have
no history, and without history our future is unmoored—we drift. It is art, never war, that carries culture forward.”