Asef Jahed, born in 1982, is an Afghan journalist and writer. He has worked for with major media outlets in Afghanistan and occasionally writes short stories.
‘Except for a few exceptions,’ he said, ‘people enter this world alone and leave it the same way. Do you see? It shows that at heart we’re solitary creatures. We don’t really want to be
A thunderous roar hurled me from my bed and slammed me hard against the floor. Like a madman, I rushed out of the house in nothing but my underclothes. Dust had blanketed everything. At first
There are only five songs saved on his smart phone. One is the one I just mentioned, which plays from his room whenever, according to my mother, “his elephant remembers India.”
I was searching for a fixed point. A point that would carry me away from this world, even for a moment. I’ve been staring at a spot on the wall without it reminding me of