"Karim, you can't let a Russian be your husband, don't you forget that your father was killed by the Russians" Hafizollah has been looking for an opportunity to talk to Karim about her marriage, who made her the youngest daughter of President Amin, her marriage is not a trivial matter, the Pagman people will never let Karim marry the Russians who invaded their country.
"It's all fate, he bought me from someone else with money, and the Afghans admit that this marriage is valid, and if it weren't for him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to talk to you here today."
Karim stubbornly refused Hafizzola's intervention in her marriage.
Only since the death of his father, Karim has been living a precarious life, until he met Seryosha and Eva, he felt that he finally had a home, only after tasting the taste of the destruction of the family, will he deeply appreciate the importance of home, will cherish the people he loves.
"But she's not S, are you going to marry a heretic" Hafizzola felt that she couldn't convince Karim anymore, so she had to sacrifice the banner of religion.
"You forget, my father is not religious, he is a Marxist, he is an atheist, so please respect my marriage" Karim said and then ignored Hafizzolla, who had no choice but to let Karim leave.
This is a real headache, Hafizzola can't leak Karim's situation right now, and the Pughmans won't agree.
He genuinely felt that Jalal was a good match for Karim, although Jalal was a more old-fashioned person, more respectful of tradition, and sometimes a little extreme.
Hafizzollah was thinking about Karim when Jalal suddenly came to Hafizzola, the first time the two had met recently since the last time they had been unhappy about their alliance with the Hazais.
"Is there something wrong" Hafizzolla looked up at Jalal, who had suddenly arrived, although his tone was stern, he still cared about the young man, after all, Jalal was Hafezzollah's personally determined successor, and Yusuf had been in Pugman for a short time, and he was about the same age as himself.
From the very beginning, Hafizzola had always wanted to be able to hand over his career to this young man.
Originally, the relationship between the two was very good, Jalal was not only the boss of the volunteers who crossed the ocean to participate in the SN war in Afghanistan, but also saved Hafizzola's life twice, but unfortunately because the Hazais were S faction, Jalal resolutely opposed Hafezola's idea of establishing an alliance.
There are now two different voices in the guerrillas, one is those who support Jalal's ideas, they are mainly internationalists, and the rest are nativists.
"Today there are two journalists from the Arab world who want to interview you, they made an appointment months ago, I asked for your opinion at the time, and you agreed," Jalal said, his eyes wandering.
Hafizolla then remembered that there was such a thing, during this time there were many reporters who wanted to interview Hafizzola, most of them were Pakistani and European and American journalists, and with Hafizzola's team growing day by day, he won many successive victories over the Soviets, and he now has a certain reputation in the world.
But Hafizzola has not yet been interviewed by journalists from the Arab world.
Hafizola happened to have time today, so he decided to give some preferential treatment to these fellow S journalists, after all, for the liberation of the Afghans, the S brothers in the world are the most enthusiastic in contributing money and efforts.
So he said, "You can arrange it for me, and I can accept their interview alone." ” "Okay, no problem, I'll ask them to prepare their interview equipment in advance, do you need to remind them what to ask and what not to ask," Jalal's always cold face finally saw a smile, and he asked Hafizzola for advice.
"No, we don't need to hide anything from our own people.
Just let them ask questions that interest them.
After speaking, Hafizzola took out his military uniform from his closet when he used to serve in the Afghan army, and then asked Jalal, "How do you see me wearing this?"
"Very good, it looks grand," Jalal agreed.
There were two reporters who came to interview the hotel, and they brought cameras and other equipment, and the location of the interview was chosen on the second floor of a hotel in the city of Pagman.
As soon as the two reporters entered, they refused anyone's help, they took out the equipment they had brought with them, and soon the room was emptied, except for the two sofas in front of the painted wall, where the reporters and Hafizzola were interviewed, and where the camera lens would be pointed to record the entire interview.
Shortly after the reporters were ready, Hafizzola arrived with bodyguards and Jalal, and under the reporter's arrangement, Hafezzola first looked for a few photos, and then was invited to sit on the sofa, and the curtains in the room were closed, replacing them with the photographer's spotlight.
Hafizzola told reporters: "Look at this young man, he is very remarkable, can you arrange some content for him in a while" The two reporters looked at each other, then nodded in agreement.
The interview officially began, and Hafizzola and the reporter sat down and were just about to start, when the photographer suddenly called a stop.
"I'm sorry General, this room is too small, can you ask your bodyguards and attachés to wait outside first, otherwise there will always be someone else in the viewfinder."
The photographer pleaded.
Hafizzola nodded in agreement, and soon everyone else in the room was kicked out, leaving only Hafizzola and the two reporters, who closed the door on the grounds that there was noise outside.
The interview finally began, the reporter sitting on the sofa asked a few questions, the photographer kept adjusting his machine, he moved the camera forward, then looked inside, was not satisfied, and then moved forward again.
And so the camera got closer and closer to Hafizzola.
Hafizzola had been intently giving the interview and had not noticed this detail.
As the topic deepened, the two people in front of the camera became more and more talkative, and they had already put aside the unfamiliarity of the first meeting, and at this moment, the photographer suddenly pulled off a small device on the camera.
A loud bang rang out from Hafizzola's room, and firelight erupted from the windows and doors.
Jalal's furrowed brow finally relaxed. t1706231537: