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WUIMA UT — Have you heard of the flood that laid waste to the village of Wuima Ut? A day of heavy spring rain eased giant sheets of icy crust off the Hindu Kush. The snowmelt ran downhill and funneled into the canal that irrigates the fields and orchards of this small hamlet of a hundred or so sharecroppers and their families. Soon, the turbid water could no longer fit inside the narrow waterway. It pulsated and throbbed, like the heart of an enormous, adrenalized beast. Between 2:30 and 3 in the afternoon, it rose 15 feet and rushed through the grove of pomegranate trees behind Badalsho's house, surged along the concrete walls of his crowded compound, found the gate, and gushed inside.
"There were 10 of us trying to close that gate, 10 grown men," said Badalsho. A lifetime of tending tomato fields has crumpled the skin on his neck and planted sand in the deep furrows behind his gray beard.
"Ten grown men could not stop that water from coming into my house."
Two days before the flood Badalsho had sown his tomato seeds in a field upstream from the village: all gone now. Some of the seeds may now be buried in the half-foot of sludge the flood deposited on the floor of his living room, or in the knee-high coat of mud that rings the walls of his bedroom. Maybe Badalsho's tomatoes will unexpectedly sprout from the kitchen walls of Mohammad Nasir, a pomegranate farmer who lives downstream and whose family of eight spent the first two nights after the flood sleeping on soggy mattresses piled over ankle-deep puddles left after the water receded.
Maybe a few tomatoes will grow in what is left of the house of Sayed Hamayun, an unemployed car mechanic with a shy smile. The flood licked away Hamayun's house the way high tide licks away a sand castle on the beach. All that remains are three stumps of former walls and a heap of mud cascading into what once was the front porch. Twenty families -- a fifth of the village -- lost their homes in the flood. The rest are not sure their houses will survive. Their walls are made with clay and straw. Scrape them with your fingertip through the muck left by the floodwaters and they give way easily, like frosting. In a few weeks, the villagers said, they may wobble, then crack, then crumble down like cake.
To people who live here, the devastation is biblical. But who cares about sharecroppers living hand-to-mouth 30 miles east of Mazar-e-Sharif when there is a war on? The Afghan government offered them recovery assistance amounting to a one-time distribution of 190 loaves of bread. In a land where the Taliban is getting stronger by the day, the miniature catastrophe in Wuima Ut, and hundreds like it, go unnoticed by the news cycle. (The Taliban, which have established shadow governments and Islamic courts in most of Afghanistan's 34 provinces, are not known to be involved in recovery efforts.)
In Mohammad Nasir's waterlogged bedroom, men discussed their plan for digging out. Who will send their sons to clear the narrow unpaved streets, now glistening in the sun with 5 or 6 inches of smooth glop dredged up by the flood. Who will scrape the muck off the trunks of fruit trees to give them a chance to survive. When I asked if the government would send someone to help, the men laughed so hard they had to wipe tears from the sun-worn crinkles around their eyes.
"The government's hungry, the government's thirsty," said one farmer, Kurbai Shah, after the laughter died down. "The government will just take the money and put it in their pockets."
When was the last time the government offered any help to the people of Wuima Ut?
Kurbai Shah closed his eyes to think.
"Under Daoud." Mohammed Daoud Khan, one of Afghanistan's most successful dictators, was killed in the Saur revolution in 1978.
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