“That country of love no longer exists,” said a woman journalist

Desk report: The ancient streets of Mazar-i-Sharif were once bustling. But just a few hours after last Saturday, the northern Afghan city turned into a ghost town. News from CNS News. From the afternoon of the night the shrine fell, people began fleeing to the heart of the city in small trucks. The shops are closed. Everyone thought that Mazar-i-Sharif, which had been building resistance against the Taliban for a long time, would not collapse suddenly. Some thought the city would never fall to the Taliban. Mazar-i-Sharif was the first city to be liberated from Taliban rule in late 2001. Holly McKay, an Australian-American journalist, has been in Afghanistan for a long time. He was at Mazar-i-Sharif when the city collapsed. He recounted his experiences during the fall of that city. “My heart was pounding,” Holly said. A feeling of nausea surrounded me. My photographer Jack Simkin I said, let’s go back to our guest house. It’s as if the body is creepy. We hurried back to our guest house. After a while I heard the sound of silence in the night. After a while, an Afghan friend of mine told me to stay away from the window as a precaution. Unfortunately, the shrine has collapsed. Two minutes later an email came to my mobile phone. My flight to Kabul has been canceled. Writing in war-torn areas has always fascinated me, what it feels like to be inside a fallen city. But I never thought I would have to go through such an experience. As the night progressed, the sound of gunfire increased. The noise of motorcycles moving in the city is also increasing. We kept our heads down in our room all night. Sometimes I have tried to peek and see the situation outside. When the next morning light came on, it became clear that once my love for that country was born, that country no longer exists. As the sun shines brighter, the city seems to be entering a new era. The sound of songs and cars and the sound of loud talking on the phone are lost. The city is surrounded by uncomfortable silence and the sound of motorcycles.