In today’s newspaper De Standaard, I read an article about how music can heal in places affected by war. This particular article was about Kabul, Afghanistan and tells the story about Wahid, a boy that found solace in learning how to play the piano.
As it happens I visited the Institute of Music of Kabul (photo featured along the article) while I was in Afghanistan.
In Iran as well as in Israel and Palestine, I’ve found music to be a wonderful guide to get me into places that show a different reality of that particular country. It’s a language we all speak and understand. It always reminded me that we all want the same things out of life. A young girl no matter where she comes from, wants to be a little ballerina. A boy no matter where he comes from might have the dream to become the world’s best guitarist and play in a band. It’s a shared humanity across borders, languages or different religions.