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I am Still Here

 

Frankly, I never thought I would be in Afghanistan even after three years of college graduation. By now I thought I'd be somewhere far off but sadly I am still here. I am not sure when I'd be able to leave. I am afraid if I stayed here for long I might not wanna leave. Plus I am getting older by each year. There is the matter of marriage also. I am not sure how much longer I can keep postponing it. I am not worried so much about the marriage though, still, it seems like I should start thinking about it. But then again marriage can wait but education can't. 

I am thinking of starting my higher education online. With the Taliban and their unpredictable rules, getting a passport to travel abroad is not guaranteed. So online education is my only way forward. I am thinking of settling down here; if only I could find the right person. Marriage is a very tricky business, there is no margin for error. For now, I can start my online studies and after a year or two when I am close to 30, I can start thinking about marriage. But the one thing I am realizing more and more every day is, that I might not be as successful abroad as I am here. After a couple of years here I will have a fantastic position with considerable pay but I am not sure I would be able to have that in Europe or elsewhere. 

Staying or leaving World Vision is another topic that has occupied my mind for the last couple of weeks. I am close to completing my one year here and by that, I think I should move on to another organization, probably a better one. I am searching for opportunities for now and once I received the offer letter then I would take my friends' advice on the matter. Right now discussing it with anyone would be acting prematurely. There don't seem to be many opportunities for me lying around. The job market is getting more competitive each and every year. Actually, there is no job market in Afghanistan at all. For a job market, there need to be jobs available first. Still, I am searching each and every day. This environment has become tedious and repetitive for me. I am not made for this. I have to leave... 








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