The Last Letter – Written with Trembling Hands

A Plea and Cry of a Girl from the Heart of Kabul’s Prison to Marshal Abdul Rashid Dostum

In the name of God, the Lord of Justice and Fairness With greetings and respect to the people's hero, Marshal Abdul Rashid Dostum — the true son of our land and the pride of our motherland’s soil.

Dear Marshal! I do not know if this letter will ever reach your hands… I do not know if you still hear the voice of a girl imprisoned in the darkness of Kabul… But as a woman, a sister, a daughter — who is captive in the Taliban’s merciless prison — I write this letter with tears and blood, with pain and moaning, with trembling hands but a heart full of hope, and I entrust it to the hero of my people and my homeland.

Marshal! For 45 years, your name has been carved into our hearts like the unyielding mountains of Afghanistan.

For 45 years, the enemies of this land have trembled at your name, and the agents of Pakistan and Britain have knelt before your will.

You are the one who shattered their sinister intelligence plots.

You are the man who stole the dream of power from the eyes of the Taliban.

But today is the day when our cries — the cries of the most helpless daughters of this nation — have reached the heavens, and there is no refuge left for us but your name.

Marshal! The daughters and women of this land are crushed under the boots of the Taliban.

The prisons are full of the cries of girls who are tortured just for wanting freedom, for being human, for simply being women.

In every alley and market, the sounds of assault, the screams, the stifling of our hopes can be heard.

And despite all this pain, the people still seek refuge in your name… they still ask: "Where is Marshal?" I know they won’t let you return.

I know Turkey, America, and this deal-making world have built walls against your honor.

But you are a guerrilla leader, a mountain warrior — walls cannot contain you! Come back — not with grand armies — but with ten loyal fighters, raise the flag of uprising in every province, every mountain: In Panjshir, in Badakhshan, in Faryab, in Sar-e Pol, in the mountains of Kabul… Raise the banner, revive the cry! The people will follow you with heart and soul.

The daughters of this land, under the bloody cloak of the Taliban, are waiting for a spark.

If you remain silent today, tomorrow they will even steal the soil of our graves.

Marshal! They took our land, they burned our homes — and now they have come for our honor.

Tomorrow will be too late.

Tomorrow, we may no longer be here to call your name.

Today is the last chance.

Answer our cry! With tears, with blood, and with hope in your courage — From the darkness of Kabul – A captive girl, Still watching the door of hope, Still crying out: "Marshal, rise again!" If I live, may God let me meet you.

I will bow at your feet and give my life for truth.