Escaping a Taliban siege on my “second home”

When I closed my eyes, I saw the bright yellow light of the explosion that lit up the campus. We ducked our heads and started moving faster. One professor, three police officers and two security guards were also killed. But it’s also an American university, under the American education system. Hassib stopped for a second or two. I answered and told him our university was under attack and that I was trying to escape, then hung up. We were heading together to see a professor in the faculty building. I was breathing very fast as I told him our university was under attack, but that I was out, so don’t worry. We rushed to the back of the tower and again everyone jostled for position, eager to jump. When it was my turn I stepped to the edge and looked down to the ground below. Everything looked strange and frightening. CBS News producer Ahmad Mukhtar, in Afghanistan. The university president has a fortified “safe room” in his office, but students and professors have no such option. I knew my friends would hear the news on local TV and would be worried. I couldn’t stop thinking the militants were following me, and might appear any moment to kill me. Nightmares started the third night, when I was alone again. #AUAF under attack. Escaping a Taliban siege on my “second home”

By Ahmad Mukhtar

August 31, 2016 / 3:13 AM
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Ahmad Mukhtar is CBS News’ producer in the Afghan capital. Normally, when there’s a suicide attack or militants launch a siege, we rush to the scene, try to get as close as possible, and report what we can see and hear. The American University of Afghanistan has several armed guards posted inside the campus and in the perimeter watchtowers. AP

American U. It seemed like the attackers were following us. I went downstairs to the floor my parents and brother were on and asked him to give me his spot, so I wouldn’t feel alone. I reached the main road, stopped a taxi, and asked the driver to take me to my uncle’s house where my parents were waiting for me. Everyone was trying to get out of the single door at the northern end of the corridor. There were about 100 of us, and everyone was trying to be first to climb the tower. Again, I said the university was under attack but that I was out safe. He later told me he had heard an explosion and was calling to check on me. Finally, it was my turn to climb the stairs. I tried to calm her down, reassuring her that everything would be okay. I could hear bullets flying above us and I was worried one of them would hit me or one of my friends. I believe the attack was well-planned, but in the end, the university administration couldn’t protect the students and staff. But last Wednesday was the first terrorist attack to hit the American University — virtually my second home — and this time I was running for my life. I dropped my backpack first, then followed, trying to land as softly as possible. I tried to go back to bed, but paranoia had set in. They were all talking very quietly. I heard a gunshot outside, which is very normal in Kabul, but this time it frightened me. That’s where I lost Hassib. After years covering the violence that has hounded his country following the U.S.-led invasion to oust the Taliban, he narrowly avoided becoming a victim of it himself. A female student was crying. Then he called me, saying he’d injured his hand jumping from the tower in the perimeter wall and had taken shelter in a house. “It’s not true, brother,” he would answer.Some of the brightest, most talented people in Afghanistan study at the American University — some of them likely to be the future leaders of this country. We followed other students and reached a small outdoor staircase leading up to one of the security watchtowers on campus. Afghan security forces rush to respond to a complex attack on the campus of the American University of Afghanistan in Kabul, Aug. We reached a residential area next to the campus and I saw people coming out of their homes. They offered to take us in until the attack was over. Afghanistan attack details

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Hassib and I rushed into a corridor of the Aziz building and joined other students. My Uncle Zeewari called my cell phone. We rushed into the Azizi building. One of the other students said there was a way out at the back of the security tower. My last class with Zubir was the day before the attack. We always check on each other when there is an attack in the city. We were confused. It was very scary. Some stayed, but I continued toward the main road with others. I heard the blast, and my classmates’ screams. That first night I was too busy reporting on the story for it all to sink in. The second phone call I made was to the CBS News London bureau. I used to tease Jamshid, telling him he would ignore me when girls were around. I told myself the attackers were coming to my house to kill me. Two of my friends, Jamshid Zafar and Zubair, were among the nine students who died that day. I got up to the watchtower and saw the guard still sitting inside, clutching his weapon, with a group of students around him. The faces of the university guards, who would often open the gate and let me in when I forgot my ID card, flashed in my mind. I joined a group of students who had escaped from one of the university’s emergency exits. Back on the ground, I didn’t know which way to go. I along with my friends escaped and several other of of my friends and professors trapped inside.— Ahmad Mukhtar (@AhMukhtar) August 24, 2016

We kept running for our lives. of Afghanistan attacked

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As we ran I grabbed my phone and first called my father. I didn’t sleep. We started running together. Where should we go? The second night, my uncles and cousins came to our house and we sat up until morning, sleeping for only a few hours. As we walked, we heard gunfire very close to us. The attack was a major blow to the identity of both Afghans and Americans here, and it will be felt for a long time. 
First published on August 31, 2016 / 3:13 AM Seconds later came a powerful explosion which lit up the whole campus. I tried to call him but couldn’t find his number. I’ve covered too many terrorist attacks in Kabul. What should we do? I couldn’t find Hassib. As a student, I never thought terrorists would manage to breach that perimeter. 24, 2016. I followed Hassib and we made it out of the building, ending up in front the cafeterias. KABUL — A week ago, I was at the American University of Afghanistan, in Kabul, talking to my friend and classmate Hassibullah Roshan about switching classes.