Greetings from Kabul Afghanistan, my name is Aatifa and I am twelve years old, but a few years ago when I was only a little girl of six I became a victim of war. I lost my leg in a war I should not be old enough to even think about, but for years here in Kabul we thought about it all the time, and no matter how hard we tried to convince ourselves it was the Americans at fault, the bomb that took my leg, did not belong to the Americans, but to the Taliban who made their presence known.
We were at one time practicing Muslims, but in the eyes of the jihadist we committed the greatest of sins by denying Allah and accepting the Christians Savior Jesus, and being a Christian in a land full of Jihadists who think that we as girls do not know anything and think that all Americans are infidels is hard, but we are glad we came to Christ.
Others in my family have been injured in war as well, but my injury was the most severe. I lost my leg, but I am alive, and I dream of one day leaving Kabul and going to America. Mom says she has a younger cousin and her family in America, so it may be possible. I hope so, because I want to go somewhere where I am free to worship Jesus.