“He was a communist! He was the head of the Secret Police.” Rasheed laughed.
Mariam heard the answer in his laugh: that in the eyes of the Taliban, being a communist and the leader of the dreaded KHAD
made Najibullah only slightly more contemptible than a woman.
38. Laila
Laila was glad, when the Taliban went to work, that Babi wasn't around to witness it. It would have crippled him.
Men wielding pickaxes swarmed the dilapidated Kabul Museum and smashed pre-Islamic statues to rubble,
that is, those that hadn't already been looted by the Mujahideen.
The university was shut down and its students sent home. Paintings were ripped from walls, shredded with blades.
Television screens were kicked in. Books, except the Koran, were burned in heaps, the stores that sold them closed down.
The poems of Khalili, Pajwak, Ansari, Haji Dehqan, Ashraqi, Beytaab, Hafez, Jami, Nizami, Rumi, Khayyam, Beydel, and more went up in smoke.
Laila heard of men being dragged from the streets, accused of skipping namaz, and shoved into mosques.
She learned that Marco Polo Restaurant, near Chicken Street, had been turned into an interrogation center.
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