Whispers of Silence: A True Tale of Loss, Lies, and the Unseen Afghan Orphan

The Story of Abrar – A Tale of a Lost Sister, Murdered Parents, and a Ruthless Cousin

In a sorrow-filled village, there once lived a young boy named Abrar. He shared a peaceful and loving childhood with his father, Delbar Khan, and his mother, Heratak. But their joy was short-lived. Their cousin, Baz – a symbol of cruelty, lust, and selfishness – shattered their lives in an act of ruthless betrayal.

Baz first lured Abrar’s father from home under the false pretense of a friendly visit. Together with two other men, he tied his hands and feet and threw him into the river, silencing a noble and dignified man in cold blood.

Three months later, Baz returned to commit a second, more horrific crime. He and six other men attacked Abrar’s beautiful and virtuous mother. Baz himself placed a pillow over her mouth until she could no longer breathe. After killing her, they buried her in the very room she once lived in – no funeral, no justice, just silence and darkness.

But Baz didn’t stop at murder. He spread lies, claiming Delbar had been killed by the brothers of his wife and falsely accused Heratak of adultery. But the truth exposed the lie: if she was immoral, why did Baz insist on marrying her? It was all a mask to cover his evil.

After these brutal acts, Baz and his family fled to Kunar province in Afghanistan. Abrar and his little sister, Sheereny, were taken with them. But shortly after, his sister disappeared – given away to another family. Abrar was still just a child, confused and heartbroken, constantly wondering where his sister had gone.

Years later, by fate, Abrar accompanied Baz to the house of a friend. There, to his shock and joy, he saw his sister again. They played together all day, like they used to in childhood, and for a moment, happiness returned. But as evening came, it was time to leave. Abrar asked his sister to come with him, to return to their real home. But she refused – too young to understand, too bonded with the only family she’d known.

Their farewell was like a scene from a tragic film. She stood beside a wall, silently watching him go. Every few steps, Abrar turned back to look at her. Tears filled his eyes, but he knew – they were being separated again.

Abrar later learned that Baz told people Sheereny had died of illness. But this, too, was a lie. Abrar questions: if she had truly died, why did no one hear of it? Is she not a human being? Whenever someone dies, even if the world stays silent, nearby family, neighbors – someone – always finds out. So why was there only silence? This was another attempt to erase her from memory, to bury the truth.

Through all this, Abrar grew up. And he never forgot. He vowed that one day, he would expose the truth. When Baz realized this, he tried to speak gently with Abrar, hoping to control the story. But Abrar knew better. He saw through the lies. There was no one to seek justice for them, no one to ask the hard questions – except Allah ﷻ.

"Whoever does an atom’s weight of good will see it, and whoever does an atom’s weight of evil will see it."

(Qur’an, Surah Az-Zalzalah, 99:7-8)

Today, Abrar tells his story – not just with words, but with pain, memory, and truth.

This is not just one man's story – it is the story of thousands of Afghan orphans, widows, and lost souls whose voices were never heard.

Yes, Abrar’s story is a clear and profound reflection of the living conditions of Afghans. This story shows how war, civil strife, oppression and injustice directly affect the lives of Afghans, children become orphans, mothers become widows, and families become homeless. This story is not just the pain of one individual, but the voice of sorrow, patience and truth of thousands of Afghans who are still waiting for justice and to be heard.