I am tired of the people, the area, the district and the province. When I go to Wardak, I feel so tired. But what to do? I have to go there and visit their graves. It is not only one person — it is 12 family members. My four daughters, three sons, my wife, and four cousins. I lost all in one day when my house was bombed by the Americans.

I can never forgive the Taliban, but if the peace deal can stop the bloodshed, I can accept them to the country. I don’t want other families to go through what I have.

I go to the Americans, to the Taliban and to the government for justice. There should be accountability. The ones who killed my family should be punished. I am mad at the people in my village. They are the easiest target. Everyone — the Taliban, the Americans, the government — kills them like sheep, and they don’t react at all. They are used to it.

Only God is my help in all of this. If I were not a religious person, I don’t know what would happen to me. I want God to help me and help Afghanistan experience real peace.