Let me explain, my dear son, why I left you in Afghanistan. Hang in there, I have not given up | Shadi Khan Saif

I remember you humming like a bulbul in our back yard in Kabul. When you are finally given a visa you will see there are all sorts of colourful birds here in Melbourne

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Dear Walo,

It is time to confess that two dreadful long years ago when I left you, aged five, to fetch some new flower trees" for our back yard, I lied - as you have rightly realised by now and hence stopped talking to me.

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