“The Afghanistan I know is a land of clashing contrasts, of raw beauty, its landscape scarred by centuries of wars fought against foreign armies and with itself. Since 2001 I have returned over and over again, with the hope of documenting the promise of peace and prosperity made by the latest invading powers. I soon realized the fragility of this promise and found Afghanistan staring at a precipice, its free fall toward anarchy gaining strength throughout the country; no longer confined to the Pashto-speaking provinces where the Taliban was born and remain entrenched.
The deteriorating security situation is evident all around me on each subsequent visit. One less safe road to travel on, a labyrinth of blast walls surrounding Kabul, the hostile stare of an innocent child. For the local population, peace and stability have become a fleeting dream, not a sustainable promise in which their sense of hope finds refuge. Still, I continue to find myself drawn to this remarkable place and its people, to their unmatched sense of pride on being Afghan, and the hint of dignity and spirit that I find in most of the people I meet here, determined to carry on however battered their existence.” – Moises Saman