Writing From Kandahar, Afghanistan - It should have been a time of celebration. Afghanistan was experiencing a rare conjunction of festive dates: our national holiday, the Friday Sabbath, the imminent start of the monthlong Ramadan fast and national elections. The streets should have been packed with celebrants, children in bright clothes, shoppers laying in stores of sweets for the first sundown meal.
But my town, Kandahar, was shuttered tight. Its normally clogged, odorous, noisy streets were nearly empty.
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