One evening in June 1987 I was having dinner with my parents and I tried to overcome their thoughts. I knew the thing which I was going to ask them would immediately be refused as it was almost impossible for them to allow me travel to Afghanistan to experience Nomadic life there.

The reason for their refusal was that there was a fierce war between Afghans and Russian occupied forces. Like a child is stopped from doing some harmful acts and it tries to do it again and again, my situation was the same. My passion and excitement was intensifying and forcing me to leave my land and travel to the war torn Lands of Afghan Nomads.