Dear Kabul

by - 8:58 PM


Kabul.
Your walls are fine as dust, yet your heart is stubbornly strong.
Your windows are dark, yet you're tired of hiding for so long.
Your love has grown cold, fear has robbed your soul.
Your streets are waiting, for footsteps resounding freedom.
Will you prevail to see that Day?

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Welcome to my wayfaring world of stories. My name is Janielle and I’m a traveling musician and music educator from Melbourne living in Kabul, Afghanistan. Join me on my quest to embrace people of peace in tough places, inspire creative education where none exists, spark spiritual conversations that challenge the status quo, and collaborate with like-minded young people to catalyze a mission of peacemaking through acts of compassion and creativity among the young and free. As a nomad at heart, my ‘home’ is wherever I journey with people on the ground and discover life on the frontiers.