“Who is my neighbor?”
In reply, he said: “An aid worker from a Christian charity
was going down the road from Kabul to Kandahar, when he was attacked by
smugglers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving
him half dead. A military convoy happened to be going down the same road, and
when the lead driver saw the man, passed by on the other side. (The driver
feared it was a set-up for an ambush). So too, a humvee carrying the US
ambassador also passed by on the other side (the ambassador had an important
meeting with the district governor). Soon, a member of the Taliban, as he
traveled with his donkey, came where the man lay; and when he saw him, he took
pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on an antiseptic
and giving him a bit of morphine. Then he put the man on his own donkey,
brought him to an inn, and took care of him. The next day he took out three
hundred American dollars and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he
said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may
have.’
“Then the member of the Taliban went on his way. Two hours
later, an American drone fired a missile at the inn, thinking it was a Taliban
base. The missile killed all inside: the innkeeper, his wife, their children,
and the aid worker.
“He who has ears to hear, let him hear.”
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