Why I Don't Want to Live in Afghanistan
Why I Don't Want to Live in My Native Afghanistan Because My Mind Is Not My Own — It Belongs to the Tribe Wahab Raofi My uncle, a retired doctor, once told me about a patient who came to him complaining of a rash on his back. A closer examination revealed the cause: a colony of lice had taken hold in the skin, feeding quietly, invisibly, for who knows how long. The image never left me. Not because it was grotesque — though it was — but because it raised a question I couldn't shake: can something just as parasitic, just as hidden, colonize the human mind? I believe it can. I call them the lice of the mind. These are the thoughts, beliefs, and identities implanted in us before we are old enough to examine them — by our parents, our communities, our religions. Like lice, they are introduced early, burrow deep, and become so entrenched that by the time we notice them, removal is painful and often resisted. Unlike lice, we rarely even recognize them as forei...