The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University
The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University
We were left untouched for the next three days. We lived under house arrest without anyconnection to the outside world. Taraki’s brother, with his two children his niece, was with us.The cook and servants also remained. Then all of the relatives and staff were takensomewhere. Only the cook, Nasim, remained with us. Several days later, we were awakened byofficers from the security services in the middle of the night. “A decision has been made tosettle you in a different location. Pack up quickly.”The palace complex has a very modest house that stands aside from other buildings,named Samte Djuma. This is where we were brought. Except for a bare, rough bed, our roomwas absolutely empty. The floor was covered with a thick layer of dust. It looked like a prisoncell. I asked Taraki, “Have we committed some crimes?”“Nothing,” he responded in his usual philosophical tone. “Everything will be okay. This isa regular room. I know that soldiers lived here before. Now we will live here.”I cleaned up the dust. We spent eight days here. My husband behaved absolutely calmly.However, he asked to meet with Amin every day and kept repeating, “The revolution was mylife. I have pupils who will bring my work to completion. I have fulfilled my duty.” He wassixty-two years old. He was not ill, but his hair had turned completely gray.Later, I was warned that I would be taken to a doctor. It is true that I wasn’t feelingwell; my blood pressure was very high. An officer and a doctor came in the middle of the night.“Why do you want to take her at night?” asked my husband.“If people see her in theafternoon, there will be unnecessary rumors.”I was brought into another house, also on the Ark Palace territory. That house wascalled Kotai-gol. I saw the other members of our family there. “Why did you bring me here?” Iasked the officers. “You promised to give me medical treatment.”596
“Wait until morning. We will be back soon.” They did not come in the morning, norafternoon, nor evening. I never saw those people again.I felt very poorly. I asked for some medication. The response I got was rude: “Where arewe to get medication for you? The people have nothing, and you are demanding medication.”If any of Amin’s people appeared, I begged them to send me back to my husband, but they onlygrinned in response.Then one night we were all transferred to the Puli-Charkhi prison. There I learned aboutmy husband’s death. Only three months later, after having been freed, did I learn about thecircumstances surrounding his death. I was told that three officers of the Palace Guard—Iqbal, Ruzi, and Hodud—entered Taraki’s room late at night. He stood before them in his robeand was calm. The officers told him to accompany them to a different location. He asked forsomething to drink. “Not now,” was their response. Taraki then understood it all. He gave theofficers a small box filled with money. It contained about 4,500 Afghani, or about onethousand dollars. It was all that he had managed to save during his life. He asked them to givethat box to me. Then he took his wristwatch off and got his Communist Party membershipcard out of his pocket. “Please give these to Amin.” The officers tied up Taraki, threw him onthe floor, and smothered him with a pillow. Later, the commander of the guard, Jandad,personally certified the death. I don’t know where my husband was buried.Later I asked why the Soviet comrades didn’t help. The ambassador and the generals allhad been promising to help. Nobody could give me an answer.597
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“Wait until morning. We will be back soon.” <strong>The</strong>y did not come in the morning, norafternoon, nor evening. I never saw those people again.I felt very poorly. I asked for some medication. <strong>The</strong> response I got was rude: “Where arewe <strong>to</strong> get medication for you? <strong>The</strong> people have nothing, and you are demanding medication.”If any of Amin’s people appeared, I begged them <strong>to</strong> send me back <strong>to</strong> my husband, but they onlygrinned in response.<strong>The</strong>n one night we were all transferred <strong>to</strong> the Puli-Charkhi prison. <strong>The</strong>re I learned aboutmy husband’s death. Only three months later, after having been freed, did I learn about thecircumstances surrounding his death. I was <strong>to</strong>ld that three officers of the Palace Guard—Iqbal, Ruzi, and Hodud—entered Taraki’s room late at night. He s<strong>to</strong>od before them in his robeand was calm. <strong>The</strong> officers <strong>to</strong>ld him <strong>to</strong> accompany them <strong>to</strong> a different location. He asked forsomething <strong>to</strong> drink. “Not now,” was their response. Taraki then unders<strong>to</strong>od it all. He gave theofficers a small box filled with money. It contained about 4,500 Afghani, or about onethousand dollars. It was all that he had managed <strong>to</strong> save during his life. He asked them <strong>to</strong> givethat box <strong>to</strong> me. <strong>The</strong>n he <strong>to</strong>ok his wristwatch off and got his Communist Party membershipcard out of his pocket. “Please give these <strong>to</strong> Amin.” <strong>The</strong> officers tied up Taraki, threw him onthe floor, and smothered him with a pillow. Later, the commander of the guard, Jandad,personally certified the death. I don’t know where my husband was buried.Later I asked why the Soviet comrades didn’t help. <strong>The</strong> ambassador and the generals allhad been promising <strong>to</strong> help. Nobody could give me an answer.597