Report by RAWA, January 2003.
The Story of a Boy Named Gaior

GaiorEleven-year-old Gaior is the son of Abdulgafur. They are from Panshair, Afghanistan, but are now living as refugees in the Bangash Colony of Rawalpindi. Gaior is a student in the first grade.

His mother told us their story:

When the Russians attacked Kabul we migrated to Pakistan. We lived in the Afghan Colony in Peshawar city. Life was very hard for us in Pakistan. We had a bad financial situation and were unemployed. The Pakistani police often insulted us. All of these factors contributed to making our lives miserable.

When the Jehadis’ government came to power in 1992, we along with other refugees returned to our country. We were very happy and we hoped that we could once again begin living in peace and harmony after the long years of Soviet occupation. We had hoped to see freedom, justice, and prosperity. However, mournfully, none of this happened. Within a few days, the real faces of the Jehadis appeared. Their reign was darker than the days of the Russian occupation. We didn’t wish to return to Pakistan, but the situation and my son’s medical condition forced us to do so.

GaiorMy son has been sick ever since his birth. He has always complained about the difficulties that he had in passing urine and has complained about a backache. We started giving him medical treatment when he was just two years old. We have consulted many physicians in Afghanistan and Pakistan but all of our efforts failed to bring him back to good health. Our economic situation did not allow us to consult more costly doctors.

During the era of the Taliban, a doctor in the province of Takhar was ready to operate on my son. However, due to bad conditions and the war we had to return to Pakistan via Kabul.

In Pakistan, we took him to a Pakistani doctor. The doctor gave him some medicine and said an operation would cost 35,000 rupees [about USD 580]. We were unable to pay such an expensive fee and turned down the proposed operation.

GaiorOne day one of our neighbors told me about Malalai Hospital saying that the hospital is for the poor and needy refugees like us. I came to Malalai Hospital immediately and spoke with the surgeon named Dr. Amman. Medical tests were completed and soon my son was admitted to the hospital. The operation to remove kidney stones was successfully performed three days later. After seeing the stone I could not believe that it was taken out of his bladder. The hospital staff was also amazed and I was crying with happiness because my son was finally cured

I am very happy with all the people of Malalai hospital. After eleven years my son is well. My son could have died if this hospital did not exist. I cannot express my feelings. I am very happy. God lengthen your ages. We celebrated in our home with our friends and relatives handing out cookies and sweets. My son is now in a good health.

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