Dreaming of Duvets
Dreams of Peace Laying at Their Feet…
by David Smith-Ferri
“I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.” –– William Butler Yeats
Faiz, who lost his parents when he was a boy, and whose brother was shot and killed in front of him, has nightmares, too. Each night at the Afghan Peace Volunteer (APV) House here in Kabul, as he sleeps against the wall a few feet away, his moans and cries wake me. By day, he dreams of being a journalist, of marrying and raising a family, of a world without borders and war. (more…)