A Cave in Afghanistan

Abdahul stepped into the sanctuary of the cave seeking its shade and a brief respite, instead of the withering heat just outside in the bright Afghani sun. It was windy and as Abdahul stepped in the dust whipped into his eyes and he moved deeper into the tunnel avoiding the stinging sand, as he trudged along something caught his nose. The sharp smell of gunpowder snapped at his nose and he suddenly became aware of the others that were in the cave. But, the freedom fighters paid him no notice and he continued inward. As he left what little sunlight there was behind him at the entrance he noticed the dull glow of artificial lights up ahead in a larger cavern and he shuffled a bit faster to get inside. Upon entering the first thing Abdahul noticed was the abundance of weapons and ammunition, ak-47’s were leaning in rows against the cavern wall to his right and right alongside him was a row of boxes brimming with unused shells, and right behind that was an even larger box with what looked like pieces of metal and wire melded together but Abdahul knew them for the bombs that they were. He continued along his stomach growling at him now and he hoped they would give him food this time as he entered another cavern off to the side.

The smells of cooking caressed his delicate nose as he entered and he found that the majority of the fighters were here. In the dim light of this caver Abdahul could barely see the fighters lounging about, eating bread and cooked goat meat on low tables. At the very center of the cavern was the cooking fire and the cook was busily roasting spits of meat out over the fire and Abdahul could not help but, carefully trod around the groups huddled about the room and get a spit of meat himself. The cook smiled recognizing him and held out a spit for him which he gladly took and took a big bite out of savory the flavor. Finishing his food quickly he moved into the back of the cavern and edged through another tunnel into an even smaller cavern where the sound of trickling water could be heard and the stench of unwashed clothing permeated the room. Abdahul rolled up the sleeves on his robes and grabbed the first pile of grimy clothing; it was time to get to work.