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I was the secretariat for EIMUN 2022 where we witnessed delegates from 11 different countries. I actively went around meeting people when I met Tuba Farewar, a 19-year-old from Afghanistan. She talked about her home country and how it has been taken over by the Taliban. It was heartbreaking to see her talk about how she was studying in a foreign country when she heard the news. She told me that if he ever goes back, the Taliban will take her to camps and likely kill her and her family as she is studying in the US Education system and has been actively associating herself with US Embassy by participating in their programs.

I have delegated as Afghanistan in some MUNs and have represented both: the Islamic Republic of Afghanistan and the Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan, for the thrill of seeing things from a different perspective. To witness a real-life human sharing her traumatic experience was a setback for me. 

She also mentioned that her parents are in Afghanistan and she couldn’t meet or talk to them. It made me question my problems and how granted I take the little things in life. She is a representation of the power we hold as a human. To tolerate yet not pour our grief and pain into others. I learned that life is not easy for everyone that doesn’t mean we have to sit back and cry. Instead, take the power into our own hands and do things for ourselves because no one else will.

I learned how everyone is fighting their own battles, some are stronger than others. You don’t have to have won international awards or done massive rallies, we oppose and rebel in our form. For her, it was simply by talking to me and sharing her story.

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