The angelic teacher in this picture is my dear friend “Farhad.” He is an English teacher and a Muslim who lives in Afghanistan. He saves lives every day. This beautiful human has arranged lifesaving surgeries for Afghani children in Israel for years; much of it was done undercover due to threats from antisemites who prefer the deaths of children over Zionist medical intervention. Now that the Taliban is in charge, women are not allowed to go to school or go anywhere unaccompanied by a male relative. Here’s his latest👇 A heartfelt Plea for Peace from the War-torn Land of Afghanistan By: Farhad Zaheer I was born and raised in Afghanistan, a land that has become synonymous with conflict and suffering. For over four decades, this beautiful country has been ravaged by wars not of its own making, leaving countless children, youth, and innocent families caught in the crossfire of global power struggles. Despite my travels and education abroad—secondary school in Pakistan and a master's degree in India—I've witnessed societies where peace and progress thrive. Yet, the scars of Afghanistan's turmoil weigh heavily on my soul, a constant reminder of the pain and destruction that war inflicts on human lives. The echoes of conflict from Afghanistan, the enduring strife between Israel and Palestine, and the communal tensions in India resonate with a disheartening familiarity. Each report of violence and hatred I encounter through the media stirs a profound sense of frustration within me. Since 2010, as a humanitarian and social activist, I've dedicated myself to aiding the impoverished in Afghanistan. My efforts have been supported by a diverse array of individuals worldwide—Muslims, Jews, Christians, Hindus, Sikhs, Buddhists, and even members of the LGBT community. This solidarity has reinforced my belief that no single tribe or faith is inherently flawed. We all harbor the capacity for good and evil; the true menace lies with those who sow discord among our youth.In these turbulent times, as hostilities persist between Israeli forces and Hamas, blind allegiance to one side or the other obscures the grim reality: war spares no victor. The toll is measured in the lives of children lost or orphaned, in the agony of women bereaved or displaced. The innocent yearnings of Jewish and Muslim children are the same—they seek the comforting embrace of their mothers, the gentle touch of love and kindness. Why must they endure the hardships of conflict?My heart goes out to all who suffer in this world, particularly the children of Israel and Palestine, and the women and children of Afghanistan, who are unjustly denied their fundamental right to education.Words fail to capture the depth of my sorrow, but I find solace in the poignant verses of the esteemed poet Ali Akbar Sial Tarkalaany. His words, translated from Pashto, resonate with a plea for humanity: The leaders of the world, the possessors of atomic power, this world is our shared village. Don't bring violence to it. Why break the silence in it. Please Please don't break the silence in it Just for your own greed and lust don’t punish innocent lives, children, mothers and wives. Don't give slavery to our liberal thoughts. We dreams in hopes , why are you snatching the pens from our hands , destroying our land. Don't pollute our color full and beautiful world by filling the cradle of beautiful and innocent children with your explosives. This beautiful and stylish world of us needs not to be stand by yours filths, needs not to be stands by your filthl . Those who spray flames of fire on our flowers, don’t allow such planes on our land. This land is full of human values and modernism. Don't take this civilized world back to the stone age. The possessors of atomic power , don't strike and axe your own feet