Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn
By Taran N Khan
15 March 2014
‘Zarmina’ and her experience of displacement and exile.
I first met the girl I will call Zarmina in the early months of 2006, towards the end of winter in Kabul, when the snow was fading from the streets but spring was some time away. She worked as a TV producer at a local channel. I was part of a small team that had been hired to ‘build the capacity’ of their staff over the next few months. Within a few days, it was clear that Zarmina was one of the channel’s best employees. She spoke fluent Urdu from a childhood spent in Pakistan, and would often translate for us. She had started working as an anchor before moving ahead to become a producer, picking up the necessary skills along the way. Like many of her young colleagues she was hungry to learn, eager to catch up with everything she felt she had missed during her youth, when the world had marched on oblivious to those left behind in the slipstream of war….
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