Uncharted Thoughts.

It is all doom and gloom here at Uncharted Thoughts this morning, and although I have been trying to stay positive, and battle this relentless seasonal demon that attempts to smother me with every opportunity. I thought I’d talk honestly, about something that is plaguing my thoughts.

Thankfully, the overall battle with this demon has been in my favour, flaked by hill hiking, runs and some quality me time, the beast is retreating, but there is a chance the retreat is false and a shield wall shall immerge somewhere down the line I walk straight into.

Today was a volley of arrows, raining from their retreat, and I was hit, quiet badly.

Last year I set myself a task to uncover the reality of radical Islam. To journey to Pakistan, to interview women who are fleeing the Taliban and to tell their stories the best I could. Some of the articles are below:

Afghan refugees fear as world moves towards international ties with the Taliban. 

Stop Gender Apartheid: Women’s Human Rights groups plead for equality in Taliban ruled Afghanistan. 

Four years of terror – another year of Taliban Rule.

“THE WOMEN WERE VERY… HAPPY”. The Taliban propaganda machine pushed by ‘content creators’.

The Silent Genocide: The Hazara Story 

An Afghan’s story: The Silent Genocide.

Now, fast forward 8 months and I have failed to tell their stories to more than a couple hundred people. I was successful in my efforts to go to Pakistan, I was successful in my means to collect powerful interviews with some of the bravest women on earth.

Yet, I sit here, in my workhouse bedroom, having achieved little in regards to sharing their stories. I have tried, news outlets, podcasts, radios shows, this blog… and I failed to seize any real exposure.

I was, apparently, on DW news (UK). My friend who was working there at the time managed to get me a hour slot where I spoke about the refugees in Pakistan, the ongoing deportation and the crimes that the Taliban have committed toward their own people and, of course relayed the words of those who have non.

Besides that. I failed in my duty to tell their stories to a wider audience. I will continue to try, even today I sent emails and messages to well known journalists and editors, attempting to attract attention.

I pray that they forgive my failure, and I must go forward and try again.