When the stones fell from the sky: the night in which an Afghan village was destroyed Earthquakes

A few meters away from the piles of stones, which was one day, the first house when their small village entered, three men sat on a traditional woven bed.

One of them was the cousin of Hayat, Molubob.

“When the earthquake occurred, my 13 -year -old son, Nassib, was sleeping next to me. I woke up, got out of the bed, and started looking for the flame. Then, suddenly, the entire room moved from the falling rocks. When I tried to reach my son, the wall and the floor, and I was unable to capture it,” the 36 -year -old explained.

(It was) worse than the day of judgment.

“The houses collapsed, the rocks retreated from the mountain; it could not see anything, we could not see each other.”

He explained that everyone was injured. Some had broken the ribs and broken legs.

“In the dark, we took our children who were still alive to agricultural lands below, as it was safer than rocks.”

That night, he calculated more than 250 tremors, he said: subsequent tremors that still shake the valley even after weeks of the earthquake.

When the daylight came, try drilling through the rubble to find its loved ones. He said: “But my body did not want to work.”

“I could see my son’s foot, but the rest of his body had disappeared under the rubble.”

His 10 -year -old daughter Aisha was killed.

He said: “It was the worst moment in my life.”

It took two days for villagers and volunteers to recover the bodies.

When Haya’s brother, Rahma Gul, received a message from his brother telling him that the entire village had been immediately rushed from his home in Barwan County, about 300 km (185 miles).

When he finally arrived at the Ura Dandella, the remaining villagers asked him to survive the son of Al -Mawtad in a blanket.

“Mehbob asked me to show him the face of his son, but I could not do that,” explained by the mercy of Gul at the time when Mehbob was sitting next to him, leaving the agricultural lands in the valley below.

Close place, Hayat stood and started speed.

He said: “God has taken my children from me, and now I feel that I left this world too.”

In the Aurak Dandella, a small atom field became a cemetery. “Here is the place where our loved ones were buried,” said Awat. The graves are stones.

He remembers how Abdel -Haqq urged to stay in the village. “The next day, everything disappeared, and lost his life.”

Now, Hayat believes, “Nothing is left to live here for him.”

“How can I continue to live here?” He asked, referring to the wreckage of what was one day.

“The stones come from the top; how can anyone live in this village?”

“We will settle elsewhere, and we will search for the mercy of God. If he does not have mercy on us, we will also die.”