‘There Is No More Hope’: The Work of a Photojournalist Killed in Kabul

KABUL, Afghanistan — Through the dark days of the 1990s civil war and the Taliban’s oppressive rule, the Afghan photographer Shah Maria never left his country. As the bloodshed continued after the 2001 American-led invasion, he repeatedly expressed a feeling shared by so many Afghans caught in the devastating cycle: “There is no more hope.”

Yet through it all, Mr. Marai, 41, continued to bear witness, focusing his camera on the profound human suffering that has become so routine, so forgotten.

On Monday, he was among the couple of dozen journalists in Kabul who had rushed to the site of yet another bombing, when a second attacker detonated his explosives amid the reporters and first responders. Altogether 25 people were killed, nine of them journalists.

The Afghan war has dragged on for so long that it has redefined seasons and reshaped conventional battle norms. Spring, everywhere else associated with the blooming of flowers, is seen here as a time when deaths pile up. No one — aid workers, police officers, shopkeepers, doctors — is spared. While wars usually have a front line, here the whole country has turned into one giant front line, the guarded capital of Kabul suffering the highest number of casualties year after year.

Digging graves for victims of a twin-suicide attack in Kabul in July 2016.
Digging graves for victims of a twin-suicide attack in Kabul in July 2016.
A member of the Afghan intelligence force pointing his pistol at an insurgent after an attack by the Taliban at Kabul’s airport in July 2014.
A member of the Afghan intelligence force points his pistol at an insurgent after an attack by the Taliban at Kabul’s airport in July 2014.

Just a week ago, another attack killed 57 people lining up to register to vote.

This year’s bloody Taliban spring offensive is particularly unsettling because it comes soon after the government made its most robust peace offer to date. Adding to the confusion is that a small element of the Islamic State, which appeared in the country in 2015, continues to claim attacks despite sustained military operations against the group.

From a family genetically predisposed to blindness, Mr. Marai, a father of six, rose to become the chief photographer in Kabul for Agence France-Presse. His income supported many relatives, including three blind brothers and two blind children. The youngest of his children, his only daughter, Khadija, was just 15 days old. He celebrated her birth by bringing a cake to the office.

Women at the site of a car-bomb attack in Kabul in May 2017.
Women at the site of a car-bomb attack in Kabul in May 2017.
An Afghan amputee practicing walking with her prosthetic leg at one of the International Committee of the Red Cross hospitals for war victims in Kabul in 2016.
An Afghan amputee practicing walking with her prosthetic leg at one of the International Committee of the Red Cross hospitals for war victims in Kabul in 2016.

Across town on Monday, Afghan journalists continued to report as they mourned, much of their reporting focused on the funerals of their own colleagues: a cameraman engaged to be married, recently forced to sell his bicycle for $80 to seek treatment for his ill mother; a young female radio reporter, the sole breadwinner of her family, who had just moved to a better-paying job so she could support her family and take part-time university classes.

Near the scene of the blast, a shaken television reporter, his assigned cameraman killed, stood in front of the camera of another colleague to give live updates. On a lush hilltop outside of town, photographer colleagues of Mr. Marai who had survived the bombing with a stroke of luck briefly put down their cameras to shovel dirt on his grave.

“An incident doesn’t begin with the explosion — it begins with the cries of a mother, a sister, a wife at a home where a man who left alive in the morning is brought back in a coffin three hours later, his body blown to pieces,” Farahnaz Frotan, a reporter from ToloNews, wrote on Facebook after the funeral of a cameraman colleague. “All those who were blown to pieces today were men and women of work, from a generation full of dreams — a generation blown to pieces by suicide bombings.”

An Afghan woman holding her baby at a presidential campaign rally in Jalalabad in 2014
An Afghan woman holding her baby at a presidential campaign rally in Jalalabad in 2014
Afghan men carrying the body of an avalanche victim at a funeral in Panjshir Province, north of Kabul, in 2015
Afghan men carrying the body of an avalanche victim at a funeral in Panjshir Province, north of Kabul, in 2015

Ms. Frotan posted a picture of her colleague’s engagement ring, covered in blood.

Mr. Marai, who was 41, had gotten his professional start during the Taliban regime in the 1990s when photography was largely banned. He began as a driver for Agence France-Presse and then slowly began to do photographic work, often in secret, when most news bureaus could not get a foothold in the country and rely on brave local residents like him.

Taliban fighters on a tank near Kabul in October 2001.
Taliban fighters on a tank near Kabul in October 2001.

After the fall of the Taliban in 2001, a new wave of optimism was clear in his work, as he covered elections and the rebuilding of a ravaged country.

But, like many Afghans caught in a pattern of violence that feels endless, Mr. Marai had lost hope in recent years.

After a brief period of relative calm, the war in Afghanistan has grown devastatingly violent, taking as many as 50 lives a day on all sides. Mr. Marai’s work as a news photographer often meant rushing to the site of the latest suicide bombing and then following funerals and shattered families.

Afghan police officers standing guard at a market destroyed by a truck bomb in Kabul in August 2015.
Afghan police officers standing guard at a market destroyed by a truck bomb in Kabul in August 2015.
Afghan police officers standing guard at a market destroyed by a truck bomb in Kabul in August 2015.
Afghan police officers standing guard at a market destroyed by a truck bomb in Kabul in August 2015.

Some of the losses were very close to home. In 2014, Ahmad Sardar, another A.F.P. journalist who had shared the newsroom with Mr. Marai for many years, was killed along with his family, all gunned down having a New Year’s Eve meal at a restaurant. Just one of his young children survived, waking up from a coma only after the parents had already been buried.

As the most senior member of the agency team, Mr. Marai led the funeral arrangements and welcomed the mourners and friends who poured into the Agence France-Presse office, showing them Mr. Sardar’s notebook on his desk, its pages open to scribbles of his final article about a rescued lion cubat the Kabul Zoo. When the surviving child, Abuzar, moved to Canada to live with relatives, Mr. Marai visited him to see how he was adjusting.

As the violence continued to intensify, the attacks growing deadlier, Mr. Marai arranged for two of his brothers, who were also spared the genetic blindness, to take the migrant trail and seek refuge in Europe.

American soldiers guarding the site during a sandstorm of a United States helicopter crash in Ghazni Province in April 2005.
American soldiers guarding the site during a sandstorm of a United States helicopter crash in Ghazni Province in April 2005.
Supporters of the Afghan presidential candidate Ashraf Ghani crossing a ditch as they left a gathering on the outskirts of Kunduz Province in 2014.
Supporters of the Afghan presidential candidate Ashraf Ghani crossing a ditch as they left a gathering on the outskirts of Kunduz Province in 2014.

“There is no more hope,” he wrote in 2016 on his blog for Agence France-Presse. “Life seems to be even more difficult than under the Taliban because of the insecurity.”

Mr. Marai’s eldest son, who is blind, said he had asked his father many times to also leave for Europe. His mother had asked him to leave his risky job and become a shopkeeper instead.

Mr. Marai had just laughed.

On Monday, after the first bomb went off just before 8 a.m., Mr. Marai had coordinated with other photographer colleagues and rushed to the scene. The first attack hadn’t been huge; it had killed four people.

Afghan men holding chains as they waited to take part in ritual self-flagellation to celebrate the Muslim festival of Ashura at a mosque in Kabul in 2008.
Afghan men holding chains as they waited to take part in ritual self-flagellation to celebrate the Muslim festival of Ashura at a mosque in Kabul in 2008.
Children who work as water vendors searching for customers at a cemetery in Kabul in 2015.
Children who work as water vendors searching for customers at a cemetery in Kabul in 2015.

Mr. Marai and other reporters, some distance from the security cordon set up around the site of the first blast, had climbed to a higher spot on the sidewalk when the second explosion went off.

“I heard a big bang behind me — it threw me to the ground,” said Omar Sobhani, a Reuters photographer and a longtime friend of Mr. Marai who survived with injuries. “The first thing I saw was the body of Shah Maria, and I understood that he was dead.”

When his coffin was unloaded for a couple of hours at home, it seemed small for a tall man. Women wailed and gathered around it.

“Who will look after us?” his mother said, speaking to his body. “I lost your brother and your father, but I never thought that I was a widow because you were with me. You were everything to me. You weren’t just my son — you were my friend.”

Afghans at a fair in Kabul last year
Afghans at a fair in Kabul last year
A balloon vendor named Arash, 19, waiting for customers as he walked through a Kabul neighborhood in January 2015.
A balloon vendor named Arash, 19, waiting for customers as he walked through a Kabul neighborhood in January 2015.

Mr. Marai’s last post on his Facebook page was a picture of himself behind spring roses in full bloom. The caption read: “beautiful rose flowers in our garden.”

His body was driven to a lush hilltop in his home district on the outskirts of Kabul, a place called Guldara, the Valley of Flowers. His blind brother and his blind son sat at the edges of the grave, unable to see. But the sound of mud flopping on the stones as the grave was sealed was loud and clear.

“The streets are colored in blood every day,” said the imam in his final prayer, before everyone dispersed. “O oppressor — the pain of the loved ones left behind will one day destroy you for sure.”

Source: NYTimes

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