The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University

The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University

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looming in the fields, to be handed out to the mourners in the procession. Photographersand filmmakers were invited. Strong young men formed a group of guards for the CentralCommittee members. The funeral procession’s route was thoroughly planned. It wouldbegin at the location were the assassins had dumped Khyber’s body and proceed to thecemetery at the base of the Bala Hissar Fortress.Around fifty thousand people gathered on the day of the funeral to participate in themourning procession. Following their leaders’ suggestions, many party members invitedtheir colleagues, relatives, and neighbors to join. There were many students among thosemarching. Girls and young women, who mourned and openly vented their sorrow andanger, comprised more than half of the participants. Their emotions filled the streets ofKabul with a particularly dramatic flair on that day. Almost all of the participants of thefuneral procession carried red tulips in their hands. Countless red flags and bannersfluttered overhead. Khyber’s portraits and slogans were ubiquitous. Following thememorial service, a line of mourners paid their respects to the revolutionary by tossingtheir tulips onto his fresh grave. Before long, a huge mound of red and green had risen ontop of the spot where Khyber’s body was buried. His funeral became the most attendedpolitical demonstration in the preceding history of Afghanistan.“It’s strange that the authorities did not try to provoke the participants of theprocession; they didn’t push people towards chaos,” Babrak continued thinking in hisprison cell. “It would have been so easy to do. There was plenty of fuel to start the fire…Onecould have sent fewer than ten provocateurs into the column of demonstrators and clasheswith police would have broken out instantly, followed by riots, clashes with the police,shootings…Taraki and the rest of us could then be easily apprehended and charged with76

inciting uprising. Strange. So why were there no provocations? Perhaps that was notDaoud’s game after all. Perhaps there is another, more powerful, more insidious, unseenforce that is interested in the collapse of the PDPA and the cooling of Afghan-Sovietrelations? Of course, Daoud seems to be quite an independent and self-sustaining figure tomany, but who knows what’s really going on behind the curtain? Something is not right.Something is obviously not right.”Time passed, one hour after another. Morning followed night and day followedmorning. Karmal sensed that something very important was taking place beyond the prisonwalls. Some events were unfolding which he was powerless to influence. He heard therumble of passing tanks, followed by the sounds of shooting. What began as single shotsescalated into a continuous cannonade. The customary city noise changed dramatically.Peddlers stopped shouting, taxis stopped honking, the noises of pedestrian activity ceased.“What is happening? ‘Mirab * has become the prisoner of the flow,’” Karmal remembered apoem he had heard from someone or read somewhere.Suddenly he heard the quick shuffle of army boots, gruff military commands, and thejingle of keys in the prison corridor behind his door. It was about 5 p.m. when the cell doorswung open and a major wearing a black jumpsuit, a tank helmet, and equipped with aKalashnikov entered his cell and happily proclaimed that Comrade Babrak was free.“What’s happening?” Karmal asked the officer.“Revolution!” he responded heatedly.“And Taraki? What happened with Taraki?”“He and Comrade Amin, like you, were just freed from prison.”* Mirab: a person responsible for distributing water for irrigation.77

looming in the fields, <strong>to</strong> be handed out <strong>to</strong> the mourners in the procession. Pho<strong>to</strong>graphersand filmmakers were invited. Strong young men formed a group of guards for the CentralCommittee members. <strong>The</strong> funeral procession’s route was thoroughly planned. It wouldbegin at the location were the assassins had dumped Khyber’s body and proceed <strong>to</strong> thecemetery at the base of the Bala Hissar Fortress.Around fifty thousand people gathered on the day of the funeral <strong>to</strong> participate in themourning procession. Following their leaders’ suggestions, many party members invitedtheir colleagues, relatives, and neighbors <strong>to</strong> join. <strong>The</strong>re were many students among thosemarching. Girls and young women, who mourned and openly vented their sorrow andanger, comprised more than half of the participants. <strong>The</strong>ir emotions filled the streets ofKabul with a particularly dramatic flair on that day. Almost all of the participants of thefuneral procession carried red tulips in their hands. Countless red flags and bannersfluttered overhead. Khyber’s portraits and slogans were ubiqui<strong>to</strong>us. Following thememorial service, a line of mourners paid their respects <strong>to</strong> the revolutionary by <strong>to</strong>ssingtheir tulips on<strong>to</strong> his fresh grave. Before long, a huge mound of red and green had risen on<strong>to</strong>p of the spot where Khyber’s body was buried. His funeral became the most attendedpolitical demonstration in the preceding his<strong>to</strong>ry of <strong>Afghanistan</strong>.“It’s strange that the authorities did not try <strong>to</strong> provoke the participants of theprocession; they didn’t push people <strong>to</strong>wards chaos,” Babrak continued thinking in hisprison cell. “It would have been so easy <strong>to</strong> do. <strong>The</strong>re was plenty of fuel <strong>to</strong> start the fire…Onecould have sent fewer than ten provocateurs in<strong>to</strong> the column of demonstra<strong>to</strong>rs and clasheswith police would have broken out instantly, followed by riots, clashes with the police,shootings…Taraki and the rest of us could then be easily apprehended and charged with76

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