Hard Days

My father had advice that I will never forget. “Today maybe is not a good day for you. But tomorrow will be your day. Do not lose your dignity and maintain your hope.”

I spent two months in Indiana at Camp Atterbury. At one point about 7000 people were in the camp but the population of the city was 4000. They just weren’t prepared for that many people. At first there wasn’t enough food. I have pictures of the line. I got in the line at 6am and at noon, I entered the kitchen. For the first time in my life I was living with 30 people in one room with no privacy.

Those were hard days for me. I couldn’t sleep in the camp. Everything was a different experience and a very, very hard one. I hadn’t imagined that. It was lonely, even surrounded by Afghans.

I think that all the people new to the US and having experienced trauma would need mental help. And let’s be honest together. If, for example, an American lost everything in one night and had to go to Afghanistan or some country where everything is different, what would happen to that person? They would be sick.

While I was struggling with my mental health I met a family: a husband, a wife, and a little kid.

The wife of the family was struggling with her mental health. You could see the serious problem in her face. The husband came to me for help. They lost their two little children in the rush of the airport, leaving Afghanistan. They were here, but their kids were in Afghanistan. One of his kids has a genetic mental health problem. He can’t say when he’s hungry. The other child was a girl. They were both little, three and five or something like that. I started to try to help him although I was also sick.

One day, a support team came. I got the family to their office headquarters. I arranged that meeting for them and the dad started to explain. I translated for him. While I was translating the woman passed out and the meeting did not work. I said, “I want to at least try one more thing. Let’s email.” So I spent four or five hours writing an email. I would write and delete over and over. In the end, it was a very good email. I wanted to describe the situation of the mother: how it feels to be a mother apart from her young kids. They circulated this email in Washington, DC. And we got a lot of replies.

Oh my god. I was very happy. They were more than happy! It still took seven months.

That was a really big shift. The joy I received from that, it helped me more than anything in the camp. I became very proud of myself for what I did - actually what God did. I was just a connector between these two things.

After the camp, I ended up in Massachusetts but I felt very alone.

The first day I walked in the street it was like a jungle. I was in the jungle. I wanted to run to my resettlement agency. I was scared to be walking alone and I was the only one who walked in the street. It felt like someone might start shooting at me.

After the first couple of days, I went to a library. I spent all day there. After midnight, I was in the library with my friends, the books.

I tried reading accounting books because I was researching jobs. I sent a lot of emails to different organizations. I had my cousin in Virginia, he helped me a lot because I had lost my confidence and he said to me, “Hey, I know you, you have a strength in this, this, and this. Just try to get a job in these specific things that you’re strong at.”

My strengths were business and accounting. I can work with computers, I know how to type. I’m familiar with Excel.

And then I heard from a friend from camp. He had ended up in Florida. He called one night and said, “If you don’t get me out of Florida I will maybe do something bad to myself.” I told his case worker that he was in severe shock and that they needed to get him out or they would be liable for what happened. So they sent him to me. I took care of him for almost six months.

I got a job in a new city and I brought him with me. The employer had given me a room and a job. It was in accounting and it was tough. My own mental health wasn’t good. Sometimes I felt like I was asleep, even though I knew I was typing, and I was taking care of my friend. The room was in a commercial space and it was just four walls. But I kept moving. My friend got really bad. He had lost everything in Afghanistan. He was a CEO of 500 employees. His wife was in Afghanistan. His kid was in Afghanistan. If I didn’t help him, he would deport himself. My head was going to explode.

He couldn’t sleep for five days. Finally I sent him to the hospital in Lowell. They treated him very, very well and he was happy.

Eventually, I lost my job and I lost my housing. My employer wanted me to do things that he’d never trained me for and he fired me and kicked me out, even though he’d promised me a year. So I moved back to Lowell with my friend.

Then I decided to have my own company. My passion is business. First, I became certified to sell insurance. My supervisor was very kind, but if you don’t sell anything you don’t make money, so I was also a cashier at TJ Maxx.

I also learned something about taxes. In 2022, a tax company in Virginia trained entrepreneurs to work with their company and I was one of them. I filed taxes for maybe 20 or 25 people last year. The next year, I started a business. I gathered all of these services, insurance and tax, under the brand name Kabul-Boston. Kabul is the capital of Afghanistan and Boston is the capital here. So I made a Kabul- Boston Consulting Company. I serve a lot of Afghans and they love it.

So now it’s 2023 and I’m working on making some educational videos for my community about insurance because we didn’t have insurance in Afghanistan. And they need education.

I want to hire more than 100 people. I want to be able to help wherever I can.

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