Yusuf

when I was a kid I thought I will figure out everything when I am younger, but apparently, that was just a childish dream of mine. I had thought by this age I would understand most things and would be able to make decisions about my life so easily. It is just so hard to make peace with the fact that I will never figure out everything and that I will always have doubts. I don't want to sound ungrateful because I really am not. I understand that the life I am living right now is a dream for thousands of young people in my homeland. However, I am not happy. I just don't know why? The reason for my unhappiness might be the people around me most of whom are impossible to understand. I work in a very prestigious international humanitarian organization but I don't like it here as much as I should. most of the people working here are insanely stupid and unbelievably arrogant. there is no teamwork. Every single department acts like an independent republic. No spirit of collaboration

 Last days with International Medical Corps-Afghanistan  So, these are my last days with IMC-Afghanistan. I joined IMC, at the beginning of July-2022. And I had intended to stay, at least for a year. However, turns out I was not going to stay in Sar-e-Pul city for long; fate had something different for me. I was able to be accepted into World Vision International-Afghanistan, as a Monitoring and Evaluation Officer in my own home city. The written test for the position was, like two months ago. I don't know why they took so much time to conduct their interviews. Since I was not able to attend the interview in person, I requested them if they would take my interview through Skype, and luckily they agreed. My interview went well, you know, like not really well, but well enough. It seemed that my co-applicants' were not as good as mine. A day after my interview I received a call from WVI-Afghanistan country office in Herat city. The guy, who introduced himself as HR Officer, told m

Live is going on. Live in the new city is a huge change for me. I never realized that one day I'll be working in SariPul Province. So far, I loved most of the things about the city. There is just the matter of price of living here. It is considerably expensive here; well, the rent not the food. Food is the same as in everywhere else in the country. Here I could not find some place cheaper, so I took a block for 4500 Afs per month ($50).  There is the matter of learning for me here, which is worth a lot more than just 50 bucks. I had three hours of online with our MEAL Manager in Kabul on Thursday. He discussed really useful topics about report writing. No one had taught me these stuff before, so I simply did not know any of the rules about writing a report. However, I learned some very good things which will help me a lot whenever I am writing a report or anything at all.  Yesterday, I went jogging outside my apartment. The streets around the building where I am staying here are pr

And Yet the Life Goes On I have been meaning to write for the last couple of months, but I never got the chance to do so. there is a lot of stuff I want to write about and I honestly do not know where to begin. Nevertheless, I am going to have to begin from somewhere, so here it is: In the last five months while I was working for Save the Children International, a lot of things happened. I got to meet with a lot of good and useful people; I had so much fun working with the FSL team in Andkhoy District of Faryab Province; I found so many good friends; I earned some money and I saved some for my higher education; I fell in love with a beautiful girl and got my heart broken by her; I traveled a lot and got to visit places that I had never before; I learned a lot of things from my supervisor M Alem Abrar, the kindest and the sweetest person in the world and at the end, I left it before even my contract was over.  Now I am with International Medical Corps in a new city far away from home. I

And it is yet to happen…   I want to write here a little bit about the events of the last couple of days. So turns out among three reference letters which were supposed to be sent to Save the Children International by the people who I had worked with previously, one had not been sent. It was from my school principal Abdul Rahim Timur. I have been waiting to receive a call from them and yet the reference check wasn’t finished for them to call me or proceed with the next step of their recruitment process.   After a lot of patience, I got really restless, so I texted the HR guy from SCI on Monday, two days ago, and asked him if everything was alright regarding my application, which was my way of saying what the heck happened dude, you are killing me here, I have been dying to receive a call from you and yet you never called. I was not expecting his response, not even remotely. He sent me this message, “Mr. Timur has not replied yet”. DARN! I was really furious at the time, I called hi

  Job interview at Save the Children International   The past three weeks have been extremely busy for me. A lot of things happened. I got four potential job offers and I took three of them. I got a surveyor’s job in MAAO (a national NGO). Later I realized that was not the job for me. I had to say no and leave the WhatsApp group they created for all the surveyors. I also got another job as an English teacher, which turns out to be quite enjoyable. I have been teaching English for the past three weeks at Aydin Yulduzlare Private School. One of the reasons why I turned down MAAO’s offer was that it did not seem reasonable to abandon school and all my students for a surveyor’s job. I just want to make it clear that the surveyor was actually a data-gathering job. I would have traveled to different districts of the province and find out about vulnerable people and record them back to the main office so that they would be considered for help. It all seems cool and good but it w