By Mellissa Fung
In October 2008, Mellissa Fung, a reporter for CBC's The nationwide, used to be leaving a refugee camp outdoors of Kabul while she was once abducted by means of armed males. She was once pressured to hike for numerous hours throughout the mountains until eventually they reached a village; there, the abductors driven her in the direction of a gap within the floor. "No," she acknowledged. "I am unlikely down there."
For greater than a month, Fung lived in that gap, which was once slightly tall sufficient to face up in, nursing her accidents, praying and writing in a computer. less than an Afghan sky's the gripping story of Fung's days in captivity, surviving on cookies and juice, from the 'grab' to her eventual unlock.
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I can’t. ” Shafirgullah prodded me with the barrel of his Kalashnikov. “Don’t do this! ” I advised him. “It’s no longer great. ” He checked out Khalid, who appeared down at me and sighed. “Come, we cease a bit little up there. ” Khalid pointed farther up the hill. I his finger and observed not anything yet an enormous mom of a mountain. “We’re going up there? ” I requested. He nodded. “Come. ” He got here down and held out his hand to aid me up. A small glimpse of the Khalid I knew. I took his hand, and he hauled me to my toes. We endured climbing for no less than an hour, directly towards the mountain. After it slow, we got here to an open sector, the place there has been a creek. Khalid stopped, and he and Shafirgullah stated a couple of phrases in Pashto sooner than surroundings down their sacks. Shafirgullah opened his to bare 3 blankets—two just like the style he had utilized in the outlet, and one like my softer blue quilt. He gave one to Khalid, who was once already donning a jacket, and one to me. I laid mine out and sat on it, pondering if this was once the place we have been going to spend the evening. Khalid introduced out 3 bins of juice from his pack and passed one to every people. I hadn’t even learned that i used to be thirsty. I drank the contents in a single substantial gulp and wiped my mouth with the soiled sleeve of my kameez. “Sit,” Khalid informed me, even supposing i used to be already sitting. He had opened up his blanket and used to be mendacity down, one hand at the different finish of the chain that was once mounted to me. Shafirgullah had wandered away, and that i might see he was once washing his face within the creek. He unfold his blanket in entrance of himself and bought on his knees to wish. Khalid’s eyes have been closed, and shortly i'll listen his deep respiring. used to be he going to sleep for the evening or used to be he simply taking a sleep? I regarded over at Shafirgullah. He was once nonetheless praying. i attempted to lie down, yet I couldn’t get cozy. The blanket used to be too skinny to prevent the rocks from poking into my again. and that i was once shivering. It was once very chilly, and that i didn’t have a coat. I seemed down within the course from which we got here, and that i may well see the faint glow of the city kilometres away. Then I regarded up, and for the 1st time in 3 weeks I observed the evening sky. It was once transparent and the celebs have been within the hundreds of thousands, like little pinpricks wherein you'll see the brilliant gentle of heaven. i may make out the large Dipper, however it appeared the other way up to how i used to be used to seeing it again domestic. i presumed i'll additionally see the Milky manner, a hazy band of white mild opposed to the black sky. Then I observed a capturing celebrity, whooshing around the darkness, and simply as i used to be approximately to make a want, one other one shot via my line of imaginative and prescient. God, if you’re up there, please support me. I don’t understand the place they’re taking me, yet I’m scared, and that i desire you to maintain me secure. i do know you’re up there. Please watch over me this night. Please. After approximately part an hour, Shafirgullah came to visit and roused his pal. Khalid awakened and rubbed his eyes. Shafirgullah motioned towards the mountain and Khalid instructed me to wake up. I did, looking at because the Afghans packed the blankets again into the hobo sack.