My hearth sends vibrations of pure love to all the Souls, especially the Hazara ones with whom I have shared first-hand experiences and grown up with, for playing their role courageously and with honour so one day, very, very soon, the whole world can realize the Fundamental Truth that we are Unity and end, abruptly, all wars, hate, jealously, propaganda, control programs, racism and divisions among nations and individuals ----- this is what I ultimately wish to witness here on Earth, hopefully, in this lifetime!
I have gratefully Transcended identifications with any religions, ethnic groups, skin colours, sex types, spacesuit types... and do not identify with any political groups, organisations or agendas, especially the ones controlling and creating division among nations. I know the Fundamental Truth that I AM Eternal, Indestructible Spirit manifest as an individualized Soul; therefore, that is the only thing I identify with. I see Divine Souls, not an "Afghani", "Pakistani", "Hindu", "British", "Irish", "Thai", "American", "African" or any other titles that we call people with. My love is truly Universal, unconditionally, and permeates the whole Cosmos.
My elder brother who was living in the UK, graciously, invited me and his family to come here. This set in motion many trips across Afghanistan and eventually to Pakistan to complete the paperwork for entry to the UK. I lived in Pakistan for a year waiting for my passport and visa that was delayed, but now I understand why and have explained it in the beginning of this chapter which was, perhaps, a necessary experience for me to understand part of the purpose of my re-incarnation at this time.
It was in Quetta, Pakistan, where I went on the internet for the first time and there is a funny story here:
I went to the internet cafe, booked a booth and spent about 30 minutes trying to figure out how to turn on the desktop computer. It was a very hot summer day, I was sweating in a small cubical pressing every button on the keyboard trying to turn on the damn computer but it just wouldn't turn on. I was too "ashamed" to ask the staff for help so I kept pressing every button and poking every hole I could find to turn it on, until, somehow, miraculously , I found the power button on the CPU that was under the table and BOOM the screen lit.
I was in. I had done it. It was a very triumphant moment. Once the computer was on, somehow using it was effortless for me. It was like being teleported in a different dimension that I was naturally good at.
Moral of the story - never give up trying until you figure it out, whatever it is that you are working on - with enough persistence and perseverance, you can do it. Asking for help will definitely speed up the process, unless you like sitting in a small internet cafe booth for half an hour in a hot summer day trying to turn on a computer!