From: Mermaid (hidden@lucifer.com)
Date: Tue Mar 12 2002 - 20:44:45 MST
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Afgan refugee - Steve McCurry
In the shade of an open flap, photographer Steve McCurry immortalized the haunted eyes of a 12-year-old refugee in a camp on the Afghanistan-Pakistan border.
The girl’s piercing green eyes, shocked with hints of blue and fear, gave away her story. Soviet helicopters destroyed her village and family, forcing her to make a two-week trek out of the perilous mountains of Afghanistan.
This portrait summed up for me the trauma and plight, and the whole situation of suddenly having to flee your home and end up in refugee camp, hundreds of miles away, McCurry says of the photo that became a National Geographic icon after it was published on the cover in June 1985.
He had come across her two years earlier, while working on a story about the millions of refugees who fled Afghanistan during the Soviet invasion. That was also the only time he saw this nameless face, despite numerous efforts to relocate her after the camp she stayed in was evacuated.
Since then, this raw, untouched image has been used on rugs and tattoos, making it one of the most widely reproduced photos in the world, McCurry says.
I don’t a think a week has gone by for 15 or however many years that I still don’t get requests from people, trying to get information on her, he says.
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Her eyes have captivated the world since she appeared on our cover in 1985. Now we can tell her story.
Get a taste of what awaits you in print from this compelling excerpt.
Names have power, so let us speak of hers. Her name is Sharbat Gula, and she is Pashtun, that most warlike of Afghan tribes. It is said of the Pashtun that they are only at peace when they are at war, and her eyes—then and now—burn with ferocity. She is 28, perhaps 29, or even 30. No one, not even she, knows for sure. Stories shift like sand in a place where no records exist. Time and hardship have erased her youth. Her skin looks like leather. The geometry of her jaw has softened. The eyes still glare; that has not softened.
She’s had a hard life, said McCurry. So many here share her story. Consider the numbers. Twenty-three years of war, 1.5 million killed, 3.5 million refugees: This is the story of Afghanistan in the past quarter century.
Now, consider this photograph of a young girl with sea green eyes. Her eyes challenge ours. Most of all, they disturb. We cannot turn away.
There is not one family that has not eaten the bitterness of war, a young Afghan merchant said in the 1985 National Geographic story that appeared with Sharbat’s photograph on the cover. She was a child when her country was caught in the jaws of the Soviet invasion. A carpet of destruction smothered countless villages like hers. She was perhaps six when Soviet bombing killed her parents. By day the sky bled terror. At night the dead were buried. And always, the sound of planes, stabbing her with dread.
We left Afghanistan because of the fighting, said her brother, Kashar Khan, filling in the narrative of her life. He is a straight line of a man with a raptor face and piercing eyes. The Russians were everywhere. They were killing people. We had no choice.
Shepherded by their grandmother, he and his four sisters walked to Pakistan. For a week they moved through mountains covered in snow, begging for blankets to keep warm.
You never knew when the planes would come, he recalled. We hid in caves.
The journey that began with the loss of their parents and a trek across mountains by foot ended in a refugee camp tent living with strangers.
Rural people like Sharbat find it difficult to live in the cramped surroundings of a refugee camp, explained Rahimullah Yusufzai, a respected Pakistani journalist who acted as interpreter for McCurry and the television crew. There is no privacy. You live at the mercy of other people. More than that, you live at the mercy of the politics of other countries. The Russian invasion destroyed our lives, her brother said.
It is the ongoing tragedy of Afghanistan. Invasion. Resistance. Invasion. Will it ever end? Each change of government brings hope, said Yusufzai. Each time, the Afghan people have found themselves betrayed by their leaders and by outsiders professing to be their friends and saviors.
In the mid-1990s, during a lull in the fighting, Sharbat Gula went home to her village in the foothills of mountains veiled by snow. To live in this earthen-colored village at the end of a thread of path means to scratch out an existence, nothing more. There are terraces planted with corn, wheat, and rice, some walnut trees, a stream that spills down the mountain (except in times of drought), but no school, clinic, roads or running water.
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