Teen Romance in Afghanistan
In a word, nyet. Forbidden. So this is why American lives are wasted, soldiers are disabled for life, billions of dollars are spent fighting for the Afghanistan people whom could care less about Western norms, and its government secretly talk with the sworn enemy, Taliban, who are puppets of out allies, Pakistan.
We do all this so when two Afghanistan teenagers who look outside their borders as to what should be is not. Something as universal as love and dating is forbidden under the crooked and stupid Afghanistan way of life. What kind of idiots live like this? We do all this to prop up and support this kind of backwardness that is simply incomprehensible to any person outside of Afghanistan.
What happens when two teenagers in Afghanistan say, screw the system and their norms. Meet a boy and a girl. Their names are not important. They eye each other at an ice cream store in Herat. Knowing that it, in itself, is dangerous, they pretend not to. They move closer to and whisper hellos. Then, a daring move by the boy, his phone number on paper is sent tossed across the floor. The girl picks it up, smiles. Exciting. Young love. They managed to maintain secrecy for a time and then in a second, without thinking, they road together in the same car. In Afghanistan, this is like a siren blaring.
A group of men (it is always the men) stopped the car, open its doors and began interrogating the boy and girl:
Why are you together? What right do they have to break custom? Why are you touching her?
Minutes passed and over 300 others gathered around the car shouting that they were adulterers and stating they should be stoned to death. The boy was beaten up badly.
Finally, our billions of dollars worked. The Afghan police arrived. You know, those totally inept and corrupt men the US trained. The police took the teenage lovers into custody and split them up. The crowd was upset and burned the car and then tried to overtake the police station (doesn't this sound like the wild west in the 1800s?).
The uncle of one of the teenager lovers visited while in jail. The uncle indicated the relative had shamed his family name and that when they are released, he will kill them. The father agreed as he cried. The boy and girl still love one another and want to leave. She does not want to be forced into an arranged marriage where she hates the man who will abuse her. Both ask a simple question:
Why can't we love whom we want?
Well, in Afghanistan, customs prevail and US dollars and lives make sure they remain in place.