Jafaar, my driver is a student at the American University of Kabul, who speaks good English and drives a battered Toyota.
His story is typical of many Afghanis. His parents fled the Soviets in the late '70s and wound up in neighboring Iran, thinking they would be there a few months. They stayed more than twenty years.
After the Taliban's fall they returned, because the Iranians didn't permit their children to have good jobs, or in Jafaar's case, to attend university. He is working several jobs to pay tuition and has taught himself excellent English. Like many young Afghan refugees, he is also trying to adjust to a country he never knew until he was twenty-three years old.
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