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Biking in Nili Daykundi

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Visiting Hazaristan is everyone's dream. Fortunately I could visit and had really amazing biking in Mountainous Valley of Nili in Daykundi.

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Daykundi Province Reaches Unity In Afghanistan

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Kandahar Traditional Dance

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Kandahar Nice Bandar Song Darya Japani Music

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This video was shot by Jawed Taiman, on a visit to Kandahar southern Afghanistan while exploring the city's culture, music and tradition.

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The Herati Dance

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Youtube: Kambiz Galanawi Youtub Kanal: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsiQ... https://instagram.com/Kambiz_foto Herat (/hɛˈrɑːt/;[2] Persian: هرات; Pashto : هرات‎) is the third largest city of Afghanistan. It has a population of about 436,300,[1] which mostly consist of Tajiks. The city serves as the capital of Herat province, situated in the fertile valley of the Hari River.

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Jama Masjid of Herat

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The National Museum of Afghanistan in Kabul

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The Kite Runner took place in Kabul, Afghanistan 1963-1981

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New Year Celebration

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New Year In Afghanistan | Mazar-e-Sharif

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New year 1393 Afghanistan | Mazar-e-Sharif, Balkh Director : Khaled Azizi Video : Khaled Azizi Camera Shots : Khaled Azizi Video Editor : Khaled Azizi Contact # : +93729949060 Email : khaled-azizi@journalist.com Facebook : www.facebook.com/Afgkhaledazizi Twitter : www.twitter.com/TheKhaledAzizi

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A place for women of Sheberghan to hang out. from Radio Free Europe

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Shahla Majruh usually wraps up her classes before midday, but the schoolteacher from the northern Afghan city of Sheberghan is in no rush to leave work.

With no better place to unwind, Majruh lingers behind for another hour or so to chat in the teachers' lounge with her female colleagues.

"My workplace is the only place I can meet my friends, my fellow teachers," Majruh says. "Women get bored at home, but in Afghanistan's provinces it's not common for women to go for a walk, to eat out, or basically have any type of fun outside the home."

That's about to change for the women of Sheberghan, a city of some 150,000 and capital of the relatively peaceful Jowzjan Province.

Local authorities recently launched construction of a women-only park that will feature a swimming pool, a flower and vegetable garden, and a children's playground replete with swings and slides.

More Than Just A Park

But the project, which is funded by the U.S. Agency for International Development and is expected to be completed by the end of the year, aims to be more than a park.

City authorities plan to build shops and restaurants staffed exclusively by women. A spacious hall will be erected to hold concerts, gatherings, and exhibitions of women's embroidery and other handicrafts.

The Taliban holds little influence in Jowzjan Province, minimizing the likelihood of violent retribution for violations of its strict gender policies.

The militant group, which remains strong in much of the country, has been known, for example, to publicly punish women who appear on the street without the escort of a male, blood relative.

And during its five years in power (1996 to 2001), the Taliban regime took steps to erase the mere suggestion of female existence, including renaming the decades-old Kabul Women's Garden to eliminate the word "women."

Sheberghan authorities are nevertheless leaving nothing to chance when it comes to women's safety at the new park.

It will be developed on the grounds of an existing city park in the center of Sheberghan, not far from the provincial police headquarters, administrative buildings, and the town's main mosque.

The Mayor's Office has said the existing park will be divided into two -- with one section reserved for youth recreation and sports, and the other exclusively for women -- and separated by high fences. For added measure, the women's section will be protected by security guards to prevent men from entering the premises.

In Jowzjan, where ethnic Turkmen and Uzbeks make up a majority of the population, women and girls have enjoyed relative freedom in recent years.

Government agencies, schools, and hospitals employ dozens of women, while female students make up more than 40 percent of the students enrolled at local schools and Sheberghan's university.

Conservative Mentality

But according to Sheberghan resident Ajmal Naseri, the local mentality remains conservative when it comes to the role of women.

"I wouldn't expect the park to be full of women anytime soon, because I don't see many men allowing their wives to go out," he says. His Kabul-born wife is a nurse by profession but stays at home to look after their two young children. "Wives having fun in a park -- it simply doesn't sound right for many people here."

Another resident, shopkeeper Basir-Agha, says that roughly 20 percent of people who are educated take their wives and children to eat out. There is a green place in Sheberghan called Jangal Bagh, he says. "During spring, some families go there for a picnic. There isn't any other such place in Jowzjan."

Basir-Agha says he would allow his wife to go to the planned women's park, although "not frequently."

Shahla Majruh, the schoolteacher, says she can't wait. "In Sheberghan, some ice cream shops and kebab houses have segregated rooms for women, which are separated with curtains," she says. Women's rooms are usually a lot smaller than the men's section. But there is not any special, spacious place built exclusively for women."

While a day in the park will be a brand new experience for women in Sheberghan, similar parks do exist in Afghanistan. In the capital, the old Kabul Women's Garden has been restored. Mazar-e Sharif, located in the northern Balkh Province to the east of Jowzjan, also boasts a women-only park.

And some other big cities, including Jalalabad to the east, have parks that have designated two days a week exclusively for women.

Written and reported by RFE/RL correspondent Farangis Najibullah in Prague, with additional reporting from Sheberghan by RFE/RL Radio Free Afghanistan correspondent Alim Rahmanyar

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The construction of a women-only park has begun in the northern Afghan city of Sheberghan. Protected by security guards and equipped with a swimming pool, benches, and playground equipment, the park is designed to be a rare recreational outlet for female residents.

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From the eyes of Pat Deavoll in Kuh-e-Baba

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Forty-eight hours supervised incarceration in a military compound in Western China leaves one with plenty of time for contemplation, and that's just what my sister Christine and I did while awaiting deportation back to New Zealand in late August this year. We were on our way home from Afghanistan, after successfully summiting Koh-e-Baba-Tangi via a new route, making us only the second people to ever climb the mountain, and the first in 48 years. We were on a high, but keen to get home as the travel and the climbing had taken its toll- we were tired. But the Chinese immigration officials in Urumqui had other plans for us. "You need a visa to transit," we were told. "You need to organise another flight out of China, and in the meantime, you are staying here." Safely home a few days later we could laugh about it, but at the time we felt in a serious bind and a long way from New Zealand.

Plans for our trip to climb in the Wakhan Corridor in NE Afghanistan had begun back in 2010. For a lifetime I'd wanted to mountaineer there, but with one war or another, the country had been out of bounds to climbers for more than 30 years. Then in the late 2000's a trickle began to return. "Now's my chance," I determined and set about coercing Christine and Indian friend and renown climber Satyabrata Dam from Delhi into coming with me. For the next 12 months we battled with embassies for visas, applied for financial grants and appealed for sponsorship for our expedition. We (supposedly) organised an Afghan company named Wakhan Tourism to help with internal permits, 4WD transport and local porters. In mid July we flew out of New Zealand bound for Dushanbe, the capital of Tajikistan, where we would meet Satya. We were finally on our way.

Arriving in Dushanbe we were surprised to find a lovely uncongested city of elegant buildings, wide boulevards and numerous splashy fountains -apparently the showpiece of Central Asia. There was not a scrap of rubbish anywhere. But the temperature was in the 40's (thank goodness for the fountains), so it was good to be on the road after a day spent organising final permits and shopping in the bazaar for the luxuries we obviously weren't going to find in Afghanistan. We'd pre-booked a 4WD vehicle via the internet with Pamir Silk Travel, and our large Nissan (or was it a Range Rover or a Hi-lux) promptly arrived at our hotel at 10am on the morning of departure, driven by a cheerful Tajik named Gordo, who spoke not a word of English. We roared out of town, but after 10km were reduced to a top speed of 20km hour by the state of the roads, and retained this speed for the next three days as we inched slowly closer to the Afghan border.

My immediate impressions of Tajikistan were;
a) That there was not a flat piece of ground anywhere- the terrains stupendously mountainous.
b) That it was fascinating seeing up-turned tanks in the river beds- the legacy of the Russian departure from Afghanistan decades ago.

c) That the national dress for women (a baggy tunic, pantaloons and head scarf in garish colours) would leave me forever grateful I wasn't born into a culture where Id be forced to wear anything so ugly.
d) That the constant allusion to drug trafficking (from Afghanistan) gave the place an exciting 'edginess' that captured my imagination.

We stopped in the small university town of Khorog at the end of the second days drive, and arrived at the Afghan border the next morning. Gordo bundled us and our bags out of the car at a large gate that fronted a bridge across the Panj River. It was about 50deg. In the middle of the wide dusty river bed were two small buildings- the Tajik immigration post and the Afghan immigration post. Two smiling soldier let us through the gate and we struggled up to the first post with our entire luggage, at risk of expiring. The formalities went smoothly... but where was the representative from Wakhan Tourism who was sposed to meet us? He eventually turned up, claimed he was very ill, accompanied us up the road to the small village of Ishkashim, and then disappeared off to hospital. That was the last we saw of him.

When no replacement was sent it became obvious we would have to do our own organising, and this turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as we saved ourselves quite a sum of money. Wandering into the middle of Ishkashim (no more than a dirt crossroads around a rough bazaar but charming in its simplicity) Satya and I shopped successfully for the remainder of our food, purchased a pressure cooker, two 5kg gas cylinders for cooking at basecamp and organised a 4WD to take us 120km up the Wakhan Valley to the village of Kret from where we would start our walk into the base of the mountain.
We also met the locals who were a very friendly and helpful lot and not averse to having their photos taken (unfortunately it's not de rigueur to smile for the camera in Afghanistan). There were plenty of women and girls in the colorful Wakhi dress on the street. The odd burkha. We were befriended by a young man named Adab who marched us round to see the regional governor and the local and border police to obtain the required bits of paper to enter the Wakhan. (Adab is the future of tourism in this area- he speaks excellent English and is committed to introducing mountain tourism to the area. He will have a website soon- watch this space.) Inside the border police compound, the men had laid down their AK47's and were playing chess at a large table in the sun. We spent two nights in an excellent guest house with a smattering of other western travellers and were treated to a music evening courtesy of Dua'd, another young man we'd commissioned as translator to help us locate porters in Kret. It was fun. Then it was on the road again.

Driving to up the Wakhan Corridor to the village of Kret I was reminded of the overland travel I'd done in the 80's- no internet , no mobile or satellite phone, not contact with the outside world. We were our own, incommunicado for almost a month; we had cut loose. The scenery was unworldly - vast arid mountains with brief glimpses of glaciers and snow and ice capped mountains up the side valleys.

Remote villages of mud houses and all the while the vast Panj River barricaded us from Tajikistan and the Pamir mountains on the far side. Our driver was an elderly Afghan who cheerfully dealt with a puncture and at one point backed over a huge rock. The vehicle had to be jacked up and off the rock before we could continue...but inshallah! These things happen.

We arrived in Kret late in the afternoon and had our first view of our mountain, which seemed to tower over the village. We were invited to stay in the village guest house. The next day I was ill with a stomach complaint, but Satya and Christine met with the village community leader and our porters were organised. An old man tried to teach Christine to spin with a spindle! We left the next morning for our base camp- ourselves, eight porters and a dog! Our adventure had really begun!

The climb up onto the glacier where we'd establish our base camp was steep. On the first day we climbed 1000m, a great effort by our porters who were all lumping 25kg plus.

They were a delightful team- funny kind and generous, sharing their tea, rice and naan with us and making sure that Christine and I especially, could follow the faint trail. One had bought his dog with him. We spent the first night at the toe of the glacier after climbing a steep incline all afternoon, then next day moved on up to the place the Italian team had used as basecamp three years ago. This team had tried the West Ridge (line of the original ascent) but given up at 6000m. It wasn't the most salubrious spot for a camp- on the white ice with a smattering of moraine over top, but it was the best there was; everywhere else was too steep.After a final cup of tea and naan the porters headed back to Kret, with a promise to return in three weeks time. We waved them off, then set about making ourselves as comfortable as possible.

Over the next ten days we did our best to acclimatize ourselves to the altitude before making our summit attempt. I'm never the best acclimatizer, and neither was Christine, but for Satya, who has climbed Everest without oxygen the time was nothing more than a rest before the real climbing started. Unfortunately for Christine and I there was little suitable terrain for acclimatizing- almost everywhere was steep and strenuous climbing bar a col at about 5200m, where we spent two nights.

We also walked to the base of our chosen route (the NW ridge) to scope the line as best we could. The route would begin with a 500m ice face of 60-80deg, and then progress into a narrow ice gully. From there we weren't sure what would happen, but hoped a few days of climbing would bring us onto the summit plateau, and then the summit. We would either V-thread our way back down the route, or traverse over the mountain and come down the West Ridge. Those were the plans. In the meantime, Satya proclaimed himself camp cook, and we enjoyed some great Indian cuisine rustled up from our vary limited supplies.

By early August there was little more we could do to acclimatize or prepare for the climb. Now the real work would begin. Then,to our dismay, Satya, who had been suffering an injury (from training with 5kg weights round his ankles!) decided not to accompany us on the climb. It would be just Christine and I! Could we do it by ourselves? Confidence somewhat dampened we knew we had to come up with a plan for dealing with our pack-loads, should we not be able to carry them on the steep terrain. I would do the leading, we decided, while Christine would jumar the rope with the heavier 'seconds' pack. If this proved too strenuous we would haul. On August 4th we waved goodbye to Satya, who promised to raise the alarm if we hadn't returned in 10 days, and headed up the glacier to an Advanced Base Camp under the ice face. That night we camped under a crystal clear sky, with beautiful views of Tajikistan and the Pamir Mountains to the north.

The next day the ice face went surprisingly well. The bergschrund proved no problem and after seven pitches we were perched beneath a 'bulge' of about 80deg ice.

"Time to try out our plan," we deliberated, and I passed my pack to Christine, who then attached hers to the end of one of our double ropes. Off I went and it didn't seem too long before I'd dispatched the pitch and Christine was seconding towards me. The pack, dangling 60m beneath us, duly followed. Another couple of pitches of lesser angle, and we reached a small col that offered a good camp for the night. I set about chopping a platform from the ice while Christine melted water. We were on a high- the day had gone well and we were on our way!

The next morning we were up at 3am in an effort to be packed up and away by five. We knew we had anarrow ice gully to climb but weren't sure where the gully would exit, and wanted to give ourselves plenty of time for hauling the packs. Things went slightly array when I climbed the wrong way on the first pitch, but we soon had ourselves back on track and Christine led quickly out beneath a large ice cliff and into the base of the gully,

where we discovered to ice to be rotten and fragile. But after a few moves it improved and I quickly started to enjoy myself. Here I was, climbing good steep ice, on a mountain in Afghanistan! How lucky I was! I felt confident and happy and knew that, if the weather stayed settled and if we broke the mountain down into sections and dealt with each as they presented themselves...we would climb Koh-e-Baba-Tangi.

After the first pitch the gully relented in angle and widened. Above, it was ringed by a cornice that even though it was small would prove hard to climb through, so I began to lead out to the right, hoping to breach it where a buttress of rock butted against the ice. Not such a good move, as once Christine

reached me and we began hauling, the pack swung into the rock and lodged there. We yanked and tugged and jiggled to no avail, and in the end Christine abseiled back down and freed it. By now the day was done, and we chopped out a ledge at the apex of the ridge and settled in for another fine night.

Day 3 also resulted in an early start and we were hoping for the same fine weather that had been gracing the expedition from the start. But once the sun rose we could see a series of dark clouds marring the western sky, and although we weren't that concerned, we did wonder what they would bring. Now that we'd exited the ice gully we were confronted with a large rock buttress, and deciding to try and get around it on the right hand (northern) side, we set off trudging in deep snow. We were soon hot and bothered. Rounding the ridge, we could see ahead of us was another steep ice slope, fringed by a nasty looking bergschrund.

I tried my hardest to climb across this but couldn't find any purchase in the rotten snow, and kept falling in a heap on the ground. Then I dragged the rope out to the right for 30m, climbed across a bridge and started a rather nasty traverse back across the top of the schrund, worrying that with the ice so fragile and unconsolidated Christine would have a hard time jumaring.

Next morning we were away at 4.30am and climbing mixed ice and snow slopes towards the summit ridge. It was bitterly cold and the wind hadn't let up- hence we were both wearing every stitch of clothing we had with us. At nine we were beneath what we thought was the summit and I led off up a moderate ice pitch, only to discover to our disappointment that the ridge went on up...and up. But an hour later, after traversing beneath a large cornice, suddenly there was the true summit ahead...and then I was there!

Christine followed and we stood on top, looking west into Pakistan, north into Tajikistan and east into China. We took lots of photos.It was a magic moment, only marred by the bitter cold, and it wasn't long before we were heading down and back to our camp. We were very happy.

Back at camp mid afternoon we collapsed in a heap- we were very tired. The next day, we decided, we would start down the West Ridge (the route of the original ascent) in the hope of being back at basecamp in two days. It would be a nice touch to do a traverse of the mountain.

At six the next morning we were standing at the edge of the plateau wondering which way to go. Below us was a large granite buttress and there seemed nothing for it but to abseil over the edge. which we duly did, very aware that if our ropes jammed we would have a hard time dealing with them in our depleted state. But things went well and five abseils later we were at the left hand end of a long snow/ice traverse that took us to the top of the West Ridge proper. Here we found cairns and an old camp site of the original ascentionist, complete with firewood!

We began a scrambling descent down the 1500m rocky spur. At the end of the afternoon, by good fortune as there were few flat areas, we came across another cleared campsite and decided to stop for the night- our seventh on the mountain.

We were down to the last of our food- exhausted, hungry and keen to be down. But it was a beautiful evening, and we didn't bother pitching the tent and instead lay under the stars.

Next morning we completed the descent and elated, arrived on the glacier. We were so excited- we'd made it! Then Christine spied a figure in the distance. There was Satya, who'd spent the last week at basecamp alone, waiting for our return - he was coming up the glacier to meet us!

From there it was just a matter of making the long journey home- we'd completed what we'd come to do. Two days later, during which we ate continuously, our porters returned to collect us; the next day we were driving back down the Wakhan Corridor to Ishkashim. Satya had some trouble with a recalcitrant immigration official as we crossed back into Tajikistan but managed to extricate himself; then it was the long 4WD journey back to Dushanbe. The leg across China? Well! Its something we can notch up to experience. Hopefully there's nothing in our passports that will stop us returning to what must be one of the wildest and most unexplored mountain areas on earth. I will certainly be returning, hopefully very soon.

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Oldest woman alive in Kunduz?

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She is 105 years old but still dreams of a better life without wars and bombs.

Bibihal Uzbeki, from Kunduz, Afghanistan, is among tens of thousands of migrants who have traveled for thousands of miles fleeing war and poverty to search for a happier, safer future in Europe.

Wrapped in a green scarf and a brown blanket, she was brought on a stretcher to Croatia 's main Opatovac refugee camp Tuesday after crossing in from Serbia with a large group of refugees, including her son, grandson and several other relatives.

The trek across mountains, deserts, seas and forests into Europe is dangerous and exhausting, even for people one-fifth her age.

"My legs hurt, but I'm fine," Uzbeki said in Farsi, speaking through a translator while sitting on the floor inside a Red Cross tent. Her hands shook as she spoke.

She said her 17-member family had traveled for 20 days to reach Europe, with her 67-year-old son and her 19-year-old grandson often carrying her on their backs.

"We had problems many times. I suffered a lot," she said. "I fell and injured my head. I have scars on my head."

As they carried her into a train that took them further west toward Slovenia, her grandson Muhamet said the family hopes its final destination is Sweden.

Croatian police said they checked her documents and she is 105 years old. Her grandson also said that's her age, but it could not be independently verified.

The Croatian Red Cross wished the family "all the luck in the world, as well as to thousands of others whom we meet daily".

More than 260,000 migrants have passed through Croatia since 15 September, when Hungary closed its border with Serbia, diverting the flow of refugees to Croatia.
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105-year-old Afghanistan refugee reaches Croatian camp on a stretcher

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She is 105 years old but still dreams of a better life without wars and bombs. Bibihal Uzbeki, from Kunduz, Afghanistan, is among tens of thousands of migrants who have traveled for thousands of miles fleeing war and poverty to search for a happier, safer future in Europe.

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Jalalabad suicide bombing

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At least 33 people have been killed and 100 injured in a suicide bomb attack in the eastern Afghan city of Jalalabad.

The blast happened outside a bank where government staff and military personnel were collecting their salaries.

A spokesman for a group claiming to represent Islamic State in Afghanistan said it carried out the attack, though the BBC cannot verify the claim.

The BBC's Shahzeb Jillani in Kabul says it is the largest attack in Jalalabad in many months.

Children are said to be among the victims.

President Ashraf Ghani called it a "cowardly and heinous terrorist act".

On a visit to north-eastern Badakhshan province, he said: "Who claimed responsibility for the horrific attack in Nangarhar [province] today? The Taliban did not claim responsibility for the attack. Daesh [IS] claimed responsibility."

One eyewitness, Jaweed Khan, said: "I saw many people, dead bodies and injured people on the ground.

"Ambulances arrived very late, and many people died of their wounds."

Police said another bomb was discovered nearby, and was destroyed in a controlled explosion.

Another blast was also reported outside a shrine in Jalalabad on Saturday morning. There were no reported casualties.

Shahidullah Shahid, who claims to be a spokesman for Islamic State (IS) in Afghanistan, said the group was behind the attack on the bank.

He also named a man who he said was the attacker. The BBC cannot confirm either claim. If confirmed, it would be Islamic State's first major attack in Afghanistan.

Mr Shahid was a spokesman for the Pakistani Taliban until he was fired for pledging allegiance to IS last year.

A spokesman for the Taliban, Zabihullah Mujahid, told news agencies the group was not behind the bank blast.

"It was an evil act. We strongly condemn it," he told Reuters.

Jalalabad has been a repeated target for the Taliban in the past year.

After years of Nato intervention, the challenge of fighting extremist groups is now solely in the hands of Afghan forces, but a new report indicates the number of troops and police is falling and creating new security risks.

Only a few thousand Nato troops remain in the country, largely in training roles, after their combat role ended in December.

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At least 33 people have been killed and 100 injured in a suicide bomb attack in the eastern Afghan city of Jalalabad. The blast happened outside a bank where government staff and military personnel were collecting their salaries.

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Schools in Hazarajot

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Mazar-e-Sharif is considered to be a sacred place.

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Mazar-e-Sharif, in the north of Afghanistan and some 400 kilometers northwest of Kabul, is the nation's second largest city and is in better shape than much of the country as it managed to avoid most of the war, existing as an autonomous region until the late 1990s.

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Herat suicide bombing

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Taliban militants in Afghanistan have killed at least 11 Afghan soldiers in an ambush in western Herat province, police have told the BBC.

The convoy of pick-up trucks was attacked on Sunday evening in Karukh district of Herat, officials say.

Weapons were stolen by the Taliban from the scene of the attack, the Tolo news agency reported. It said that at least six soldiers had been injured.

The ambush follows fighting last week in the northern province of Kunduz.

The Taliban have increased attacks on the security forces since launching their annual spring offensive in late April, correspondents say.

It is feared that the violence this year could be worse than previous years, especially because the security forces are stretched on several fronts and facing record casualties.

Nato's combat mission in Afghanistan formally ended in December after 13 years, although a small contingent of foreign forces has remained in the country to provide training and support to local security forces.

The Herat provincial governor's spokesman told the BBC that an officer was among the 11 soldiers killed in the latest fighting.

In a separate incident, protests took place on Monday over moves by foreign troops in Charikar, the capital of Parwan province, to destroy an ammunition cache.

The demonstrators were unhappy that a house had been raided and the cache - which dates back to the struggle against the Soviet occupation in the 1980s - destroyed late at night while they were sleeping.

They set tyres in the main market alight and chanted anti-US slogans, according to local TV reports.

Interior ministry spokesman Sediq Sediqqi told the AFP news agency that police were investigating the raid.

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Taliban militants in Afghanistan have killed at least 11 Afghan soldiers in an ambush in western Herat province, police have told the BBC. The convoy of pick-up trucks was attacked on Sunday evening in Karukh district of Herat, officials say. Weapons were stolen by the Taliban from the scene of the attack, the Tolo news agency reported.

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Compound where Osama bin Laden was killed

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An image from video seized from the walled compound of al-Qaida leader Osama bin Laden in Abbottabad, and released by the U.S. Department of Defense, shows Osama bin Laden watching TV. He is said to have spent his last weeks in a house divided, amid wives riven by suspicions.

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People of China help earthquake victims from Afghanistan Times 28 Oct

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Sri Lanka expresses condolence

AT-KABUL: China has announced relief package for earthquake-affected people in Afghanistan and Pakistan and showed willingness to provide assistance based on needs of the two neighboring countries.

China's Foreign Ministry spokesman Lu Kang said on Wednesday that the Chinese government would provide relief package to Kabul and Islamabad according to the conditions and their needs. The China's Red Cross will provide emergency support in cash to the two earthquake-hit countries. According to Lu the China's Red Cross will provide $100,000 in cash to the Red Crescent Society to each of the two.

Chinese President Xi Jinping has sent a message of condolence to his counterparts in Afghanistan and Pakistan. Lu Kang said that Chinese people have also sympathy and deepest condolence with the Afghan and Pakistani earthquake victims.

Meanwhile, the Sri Lankan government has expressed condolence to the families affected by the earthquake in Afghanistan, Pakistan and India.

Foreign Ministry of Sri Lanka in a media statement issued said that the people and government of Sri Lanka was deeply saddened by the tragic loss of life and destruction to property caused by the devastating earthquake in the Hindukush region of Afghanistan on Monday which also affected parts of India and Pakistan.

The statement said that Sri Lanka stands in support and solidarity with the governments and those affected in Afghanistan, India and Pakistan and wish to convey deep condolences to the families of those who lost their lives in this catastrophic disaster, and to those injured a speedy recovery.

A powerful earthquake, 7.7 in magnitude, struck Afghanistan on Monday, destroying several houses in different provinces. It is fear that casualties likely to increase because some provincial officials had not provided data.

The earthquake rocked Afghanistan at 1:38 p.m. According to the US Geological Survey, the epicenter of the earthquake was said to be Juram district of Badakhshan province at a depth of 213.5 km. The earthquake was able to be felt in the nearby countries of Tajikistan, Pakistan and India. The earthquake lasted for one minute.

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China offers relief package for quake victims in Afghanistan, Pakistan - Afghanistan Times

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Sri Lanka expresses condolence AT-KABUL: China has announced relief package for earthquake-affected people in Afghanistan and Pakistan and showed willingness to provide assistance based on needs of the two neighboring countries. China's Foreign Ministry spokesman Lu Kang said on Wednesday that the Chinese government would provide relief package to Kabul and Islamabad according to the conditions and their needs.

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A girl near her home in Kabul...

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