The first attempt

I originally used the assign directive in my config as it was working well with other applications.

assign [class="libreoffice"] $ws4

When that failed, I used xprop to verify window’s attributes:

WM_CLASS(STRING) = "libreoffice", "libreoffice-writer"
WM_ICON_NAME(COMPOUND_TEXT) = "Untitled 1 — LibreOffice Writer"
_NET_WM_ICON_NAME(UTF8_STRING) = "Untitled 1 — LibreOffice Writer"
WM_NAME(COMPOUND_TEXT) = "Untitled 1 — LibreOffice Writer"
_NET_WM_NAME(UTF8_STRING) = "Untitled 1 — LibreOffice Writer"

Even after updating the config to use the exact libreoffice-writer class, the window still appeared on whatever workspace I happened to be using at the moment.

Why assign fails: The startup Race

After digging into the i3 documentation, the culprit became clear: Timing.

The assign directive is triggered the exact millisecond a window is first “mapped” (created).

The Problem: Heavy applications like LibreOffice often change their window properties after the window is initially created.

When LibreOffice Writer starts, it might initially report a generic class. By the time it identifies itself as libreoffice-writer, the assign check has already passed. i3 has moved on, leaving your window stranded on the wrong workspace.

The Solution: for_window

Unlike assign, the for_window directive acts as a listener. It executes a command whenever a window’s properties change to match your condition.

By switching to a move command, we catch the window the moment it settles into its final title/class:

for_window [instance="libreoffice"] move container to workspace $ws5

The trade-off

The only downside? You will notice the window “flash” briefly on your current workspace before it is taken away to its destination. This is the visual proof of i3 catching the window mid-startup and moving it.

Lesson learned: In i3, assign is great for well-behaved apps. However, for applications that mutate window properties on startup, a delayed move to workspace rule is far more reliable.

Out of curiosity, I asked ChatGPT to translate and interpret a Ghazal by Bedil:پی اشک من ندانم به‌کجا رسیده باشد– one of my favourites. What followed was surprising. It was not a generic summary or word by word translation but it was able to unapck the metaphors of each couplet. It offered commentary that revealed depth, awareness of culture and symbolism.

Below is a selection of verses with translation and commentary:

پی اشک من ندانم به‌کجا رسیده باشد
ز پی‌ات دویدنی داشت به رهی چکیده باشد

I do not know where the trail of my tears has reached —
They were chasing after you, and may have dripped somewhere along the path.

A poetic image of tears as seekers, trying to reach the beloved. The speaker has no idea if their grief and longing made it anywhere — but imagines their tears continuing the pursuit.

به چمن زخون بسمل همه جا بهار ناز است
دم تیغ آن تبسم رگ گل بریده باشد

In the garden, spring’s grace has come from the blood of sacrifices —
The smile of your sword must’ve cut the veins of the flowers.

This is Bedil’s signature fusion of violence and beauty. The flowers bloom, but only because of bloodshed — the beloved’s “smile” (which is also a blade) cuts deeply.

Beautiful — you’ve brought one of Mirza Abdul Qadir Bedil’s most intricate and layered ghazals. Bedil’s work, especially in Sabk-e-Hindi (Indian style of Persian poetry), is famously dense, metaphysical, and philosophical, with imagery that can feel almost surreal.

This ghazal centers on longing, divine or mystical beauty, and the paradox of perception and meaning — classic themes in Bedil’s work.

Let me walk you through an interpretive line-by-line explanation (not a literal translation, but more a sense of what’s being expressed):

To be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d blog again. It wasn’t because I did not have anything to say. Somewhere along the way, life got busier and platforms got louder. At some point, the pressure, and maybe a little laziness, made it easier to just… stop.

But something’s shifted. And here I am again.

So why I really stopped posting

I can’t think of a mic-drop moment or a big break announcement. I don’t really think any one particular factor was the reason I didn’t write. The blog was chugging along fine and it was not even even that nagging voice that says “Is there a point to this?” But then came reels, shorts and a thousand other ways to say less, faster. Somewhere in that content grind, blogging took a back seat. And honestly? I let it happen. I didn’t pivot to Reels or start vlogging—I just stopped. No dramatic exit, no grand plan. One day, I simply stopped thinking about what to write next.

What not writing revealed

Not writing freed up time for other things, reading, thinking, watching, but admittedly I missed it. It felt like abandoning something useful and letting it rot.

A blog is one of the corners of the internet where your voice is actually yours—no algorithmic gatekeeper, no performative filter, just imperfect words (polished occasionally with the help of a friendly LLM ;)) and the people who choose to sit with them.

Maybe that’s why I’m back. It’s not because I suddenly became a better writer. It’s because I stopped pretending I needed to be one.

The internet is in constant flux. We’re driven to scroll, not read, absorbing content that’s increasingly packaged and performative. But hope remains. Quiet corners of the web still thrive, where authentic voices write for the sheer joy of it, not for engagement.

Why I’m Blogging Again (and What to Expect)

So, what brings me back to this space? It’s simple: I want to write again. The act of typing, deleting, rethinking, and rewriting feels genuinely therapeutic. If even one person reads something here and recognizes their own experiences, that’s more than enough for me. Maybe we all yearn for slowness in our lives again.

As for what to expect from Blog Etcetera, I won’t make promises I can’t keep. This isn’t a “new post every Monday at 10:00” blog. I plan to share my thoughts on life, creativity, and technology. There will be a sprinkle of randomness, and even a rant or two. It’s all about what feels real and worth saying. After all, that’s what “etcetera” is for, right?

Final Thoughts & Your Turn

If any of this resonates—or if there’s something you’d love to read about—drop a comment below. I’d truly love to hear from you.

And if you’re still reading? Thank you. Sincerely. Whether you’re a longtime reader from back in the day or just stumbled upon this—I’m so glad you’re here.

See you in the next post.

Once he told us a story about Marx, Engels and Linen in Pul-e-Charkhi:

One day we were all in the yard and saw that the prison guards were carrying a huge portrait of Marx, Engels and Lenin for some event. It may have been heavy so they stopped to take a breather or adjust their grips. I saw another man in the yard looking at the portrait and shaking his head. Later I asked him about what he thought when he looked at that portrait. He replied, “I just thought, ‘I wonder if these 3 were actually thinking this would happen and would be happy about it.’

What I like about the story is the man gave these three the benefit of the doubt even though he knew that his imprisonment was due to implementation of the policies based on their social, economic and political theories.

This is also a reminder that atrocities of the current invasion and the state of affairs do not diminish the pains that were inflicted by the USSR and its cronies in Afghanistan.

If you’re the airport-lounge-and-Netflix type, fair enough. But if you’re eligible for a visa waiver, I highly recommend turning a short layover into a brief holiday. Doha has plenty to offer, and you can explore quite a lot even in just a few days.

I recently hosted my brother here for four days en route to Germany. We didn’t plan much — just an unspoken agreement to wing it. Here’s how it unfolded, and what you might consider for your own spontaneous stopover.

My family had to leave Doha due to visa issues, so they were vacationing back home. I was on my own until my brother arrived the night before Eid. We headed straight home from Hamad International Airport since it was so late.

The next morning, after Eid prayers and breakfast, we decided to embark on some unplanned sightseeing. It was my first Eid in Doha and his first day here, so to avoid staying cooped up at home or getting baked by the sun, we opted to explore some of Doha’s malls.

Eid vibes, malls and architecture walks

When the topic of malls in Doha is discussed, Villaggio inevitably arises in the conversation. Think Venice-meets-Doha — indoor canal, gondolas, and even an ice rink.

Our next stop was West Bay. I decided to take him to the City Center Mall, then walk to The Gate Mall. That way, we check out the architecture in West Bay as well. We took a Careem from Villaggio. In the City Center Mall, we had a late lunch at Sushi Minto. Then walked to the Gate Mall. There were construction sites on the way, but easy to avoid them. The Gate Mall is a high-end mall, but not much to look at.

We planned to visit the Museum of Islamic Art, but it was closed for Eid, so we wrapped the day early.

Tip: Doha’s malls are destinations in themselves — a mix of retail, food, entertainment, and serious air conditioning.

Day 2: More malls, Katara and Souq Waqif

We kicked things off with a swim and a workout, then hit two of the city’s biggest malls. Later we set out to check Mall of Qatar and Festival City Mall.
Mall of Qatar, famous for its central Oasis stage, where during my last three visits, I enjoyed the Rainbow Circus, the Flying Georgians, and the Filipino Show. This time, though, the only performance was Dora—not quite our thing. So, we decided to move on to the Festival City. As luck would have it, there was a classic car expo happening, which was perfect since my brother is somewhat of a car enthusiast.

As the afternoon mellowed, we set off for Katara Cultural Village, aiming to catch their Eid fireworks. We figured we’d get there early, stroll around, soak in the atmosphere. While fireworks weren’t really our main goal, we thought, “Why not?”

Katara itself is simply amazing. The architecture is stunning, the food scene is fantastic, and the crowd always brings a lively energy. You can wander along the beautiful waterfront, or check out the various art installations and galleries. Seriously, everything about Katara—its design, the delicious eats, the vibrant vibe, the scenic views, and the artistic expressions—is just great. It’s a truly captivating spot.

Souq Waqif had to be our next stop—it’s my absolute favorite place in Qatar. Every time I visit, I’m completely charmed by it, and I always discover something new. Souq (Arabic for market) was historically where Bedouins traded livestock and wool, but by the early 2000s, it had gotten pretty run-down. Then, in 2004, they decided to restore it using traditional Qatari architecture, and now? It’s perfect. The restaurants are incredible, the vibe is lively, and there’s always something happening. There’s even a cool little art center where you can watch artists painting or doing calligraphy.

We wandered around for a while, then had dinner at Damasca One. The food was amazing. There was live entertainment, too: a seriously talented violinist played, and later they streamed the football match live. After stuffing ourselves, we took one more stroll through the souq before finally calling it a night.

Day 3: Museums, movies and the marina stroll

Finally, we made it to the Museum of Islamic Art the next day. Even if you’re not into museums, go for the architecture. It’s impressive, inside and out. The exhibits are top-notch — my brother loved it.

After visiting the Museum of Islamic Art, we hopped into an Uber headed for Pearl-Qatar. Our plan was to explore it by day, snap some photos, catch a movie at Novo Cinemas, and then return after dark for more pictures and a different perspective. We stuck to the plan.

Around 4:30 PM, we began our stroll, sticking to the shade as we walked along the port. We stopped at Forty Fruity for some refreshing cocktails.

Novo Cinemas was about a 13-minute walk along the port, just past the Maserati showroom on Porto Arabia drive. The cinema itself was great, and we easily purchased our tickets at the counter. The movie turned out to be decent.

After the film, we walked back to capture more photos, venturing all the way to the edge where the recently opened Yasamine Palace is located. It looked incredibly appealing, and we briefly considered having dinner there, but neither of us was particularly hungry. With that, we left Pearl-Qatar and headed to our next destination.

Tip: Visit the Pearl from late afternoon into evening. Great for sunset shots, a movie, and dinner. Try Yasamine Palace if you’re up for a sit-down meal.

Next, we Ubered to Sheraton Hotel Park, a lush green space in the heart of Doha’s Al Dafna district, right next to the iconic Sheraton Grand Doha Hotel. We explored the surroundings, the distinctive pyramid-shaped green hill, and enjoyed the water fountains and waterside promenade while snapping more photos of the city skyline.

It was getting late, and our hunger wasn’t pressing, so we headed home to figure out dinner. An elaborate meal was definitely out. Then it hit me: “Tea Time!” They serve fantastic Karak Chai and have a great selection of burgers and sandwiches, with a branch just a short distance from our place. So, almost immediately after getting home, we were out the door and off to Tea Time. The 15-minute walk back home, under the night sky, was a welcome cooldown. Completely exhausted, I fell asleep pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Day 4: Wind down & farewells

His last day! So first I thought to take him to Wakrah market and beach. It was pretty hot outside and it probably would not have been the best choice. We were wiped out, so dialled things back. We ordered brunch from Take Away—their morning tray has a fantastic selection of sandwiches. The food is delicious, reasonably priced, and the delivery is quick. A solid choice for a lazy morning.

For his last day, we decided to keep things low-key and local. Instead of more sightseeing, we headed to Mirqab Mall just to grab drinks and catch Deadpool 2. We tried a couple of mocktails at Future Vision Cafe, then settled in for the movie. Even with some censorship, we still really enjoyed it!

After the movie, I had a few errands to run, and then we headed home. Our dinner plan was at Zaitoon Restaurant & Grills, followed by a relaxing cup of tea and sheesha at Ashreg Cafe, while we watched the Tunisia vs England match.

No holiday feels complete without some good Indian food, and Zaitoon is one of my favourite spots for it. The food is excellent and reasonably priced, the ambiance is welcoming, and the place is clean with attentive staff. The menu is extensive—you’re bound to find something you like. Let’s just say we might have overindulged and leave it at that.

We then took a leisurely walk to Souq Waqif, which is just a short distance from Zaitoon. As planned, we took some more photos, enjoyed our tea and sheesha, and caught the football match. The mint tea was as good as ever, and the sheesha didn’t disappoint.

I’m pretty sure Souq Waqif became his favourite place in Doha. If he ever visits again, I have no doubt he’ll be spending more time there.

Tip: If you only visit one place in Doha, make it Souq Waqif. Traditional, vibrant, and endlessly photogenic. I never get tired of it.

Final thoughts

We didn’t tick every box — Wakrah and a desert safari remain on the list — but for a spontaneous four-day layover, it felt full and fulfilling.

When I dropped him off at Hamad International Airport, I felt we’d made the most of his time here. If you’re flying through Doha, it’s more than just a stopover — it’s a snapshot of culture, hospitality, and unexpected fun.

Tip: Head to the airport early — Hamad International is an experience in itself. Don’t miss the giant yellow teddy bear sculpture or the lush Orchard garden, a tranquil indoor oasis tucked into the heart of the terminal. Great for one last photo op before your flight.

Disclaimer: None of the businesses mentioned here sponsored this post. Just sharing a few good experiences in the hope they help others plan their own layover adventure.

Over the years I have taken part in different volunteer computing projects. My first one was SETI@home. It is a distributed computing project based at UC Berkeley. SETI@home had its own software at the time. Now along with many other projects, it uses BOINC–an open source software for volunteer computing. Around the same time, I also contribute to Folding@home, which is a volunteer computing project that researches protein folding based at Stanford university.

Currently, I am participating in multiple projects, such as Citizen Science Grid, World Community Grid, Asteroids@home, POGS, SETI@home, ClimatePrediction.net and MindModeling. For some I give more resource than the others, depending on my own set of priorities.

How does BOINC work

Once you install BOINC, you choose one or more projects to contribute to. Each project will download a set of tasks to your computer and start computing. Upon completion, the results are uploaded to the project server. Once each task is completed, the volunteer receives points which is used for ranking purposes. It also gives the volunteer a sense of achievement. There are teams where a group of people have come together and created a team based on their geographic location or other attributes. It gives it a more sense of community and positive competition. Some people prefer to join such teams, other choose not to.

There are teams where a group of people have come together and created a team based on their geographic location or other attributes. It gives it a more sense of community and positive competition. Some people prefer to join such teams, other choose not to.

Because of the large number of PCs, smart-phones and tablets in the world, volunteer computing provides more computing power to science projects than any other type of computing. BOINC works within your available resources. You can set it up to only use your computer processor when it is not busy or is least busy. You can install it on your mobile and run it while you are charging your phone.
Join Volunteer Computing

By joining any of these projects, you will only give your device’s idle time. These projects are researching diseases, looking out for asteroids, predict climate changes, work with number theories and even try to find aliens. So when you participate, you will be doing a world of good. Become part of a great network of people who are contributing to solving real problems all the time. There is no better way to use your device’s idle time.

When we were first approached and invited to be a part of Ramadan we all thought that it would be a breeze, a lot of us are constantly forgetting to eat lunch anyway, skipping dinner or breakfast because we are too busy too.

What we realised as we inched closer and closer to the day (Tuesday this week) was that there wouldn’t be a cup of tea on arrival at the office in the morning. No afternoon coffee and banana. No glass of water to sip on to keep us refreshed throughout the day. What we all also didn’t realise is that we would have to wake up before the crack of dawn to eat. I know that was my plan, but at 5.30 in the morning just didn’t happen for some reason zzzzzzzz

So, at 8.30am when I arrived at the office I was already hungry. Mainly because I knew there was 8 hours and 6 minutes until anything was going in my mouth. I know I wasn’t the only one on the countdown to 5.36pm.

I think the biggest struggle throughout the office was not having a comforting, refreshing cup of tea or coffee and having some kind of fruit or snack to get us through the afternoon slowdown.

Anyway, all 12 of us made it as far as I am aware (unless someone did a sneaky). 8 of us then made the journey, which seemed to take forever on an empty tummy, to Lazzat Kadah, a Pakistani Restaurant in Coburg for our well deserved Iftar.

I know that I will be taking part in Ramadan fasting next year and I hope that others will continue to do so. It wasn’t only my first time taking part in fasting (I don’t count the 40 hour famine when I was 8, I had 2 packets of barley sugars and a carton of just juice) it was the first time for a few others in the office too. I have heard that the first time is the hardest, and that it gets easier. I hope this is true. I guess we will all find out next year .

Thanks for organising this great experience. I really, really really appreciated my tea this morning.

Let’s take the following file:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
3 4 5 6 7 8 9 11 12

To get the sum of column 7 (7 + 8 + 9) execute the following command:

$ awk '{sum+=$7} END {print sum}' datafile.txt
24

Let’s just do a little more than simply getting the sum. We now write a small script to calculate the sum of a column and also print a running total.

Input

2010 191 291 391 491 591 691 791 891 991
2011 144 286 391 491 591 691 791 891 991
2012 112 254 354 454 554 654 754 854 954
2013 191 291 391 491 591 691 791 891 991
2014 191 291 391 491 591 691 791 891 991
2015 178 291 391 491 591 691 791 891 991

Program

#!/bin/awk -f
# scriptname: column_sum
# input: column number, data file
BEGIN {
    printf ("\tValue\tRunning total\n")
}
{
    sum += $colnum;
    printf ("%s:\t%.2f\t%.2f\n", $1, $colnum, sum)
}
END {
    printf ("Total:%.2f\n", sum)
}

$ calc_sum colnum=8 datafile2.txt
Value   Running total
2010:   791.00  791.00
2011:   791.00  1582.00
2012:   754.00  2336.00
2013:   791.00  3127.00
2014:   791.00  3918.00
2015:   791.00  4709.00
Total:  4709.00

Of course you can run the above program from the command line, but it is neater and readable this way.

Disclaimer:
This post was authored by a guest contributor several years ago and reflects the personal opinions and experiences of the author during that time. It encapsulates a specific cultural perspective and moment, which may not align with the current views of this blog or its owner. Readers are encouraged to engage with the content thoughtfully and with an open mind, considering the evolving nature of cultural and social discussions.

Except for the monks, priests and nuns who wish to remain celibate and dedicate their lives in worshiping God, sacrificing affection, love, partnership and children then this article will not interest you. The rest of us who are too selfish to do so may read on.
Now, I’m not going to talk about the wedding expenses or what marriage in itself looks like as I haven’t got the experience to do so and my version may mislead many of those who wish to be realistic about it – which is probably the best way to do it. Thanks to the many hours dedicated to Bollywood movies that have forever ingrained in me the hope that I will find Raj and I will be his Simran have probably set my expectations bar way too high that if I jump to pull it back down I wouldn’t reach.

However, what I can be useful for is to give a little walk into the mind of single Afghan girls who suffer the pressures of the community and society at large that have been put on her when finding her spouse. Of course this will not be a general account but I will do my best to incorporate what I can of every version of an Afghan girl from the highly conservative to the “ultramodern”.

Introducing the AGE BRACKET!

That’s right folks we have an expiry date. 17-26 if you aint married in this bracket you have one of the following:

1. A past that everyone knows about
2. In love with an Indian or a White boy
3. Has no idea how to wrap up a quick Qabeli palao
4. Has a tongue so sharp she strikes before you serve

If she’s lucky and ends up being a Doctor or a Lawyer then they might forgive her a couple of years otherwise she has no reason to be picky and it serves her right for still being single! That ought to show her!

Second.
Anything outside the border specially Pakistani or Iranian you’ve sold your soul to the devil and you deserve to be outcast from the community and your parents for the rest of their lives will have to give apologetic smiles upon entering functions and “mehmanis” where they’ll be asked about how their foreign son-in-law is doing. This is still an exaggeration! Oh, no silly not the last part, I mean how we can only select from Afghan guys, we have families that won’t look past their own ethnicities within Afghanistan, better yet they might even tell you you’re stuck to picking from your first cousins. Enjoy!
Of course this is totally flexible to the Afghan guy. Why would I even bother talking about that? I mean his one legitimate excuse is … “Well he’s guy!” DUH!
Anyway, again we are subject to random searches that take place when our parents suspect that Mariam may just be Michael. Whether Afghan parents like it or not there’s MSN, Facebook and a plethora of other means that technology today has made possible. Seat belting them into everything they do in life will teach them to be dependent and naive forever; they might as well tie us in a straight jacket.
Either way, they are going to go behind their parents’ backs, because their hot-blooded and no amount of security will have them monitored every step of the way. Even if she does and is caught, she has tarnished her father’s name and it’s her fault for not suppressing her wishes to spend her life with someone she has a mutual understating and interest with.

I don’t see how Afghan families do not allow their daughters to have chaperoned meetings with individuals so that they may have the chance to formally meet and exercise their birth right. The girls suffer the most because we live in a box that has a ticking time bomb on it. We have to race to find the groom before the alarm beeps and we realise we are a day over the bracket.

The pressure does not only stop there. Treading softly all our life until we are married is our duty upon us. Obviously, in many cases if this does not work out then we ship her off to Afghanistan and we hand her over to the next guy that gets a wife and a free ticket to the land of the white man. Buy one, get one free!
We don’t need to treat our daughters like possessions. Women have been suffering enough as history illustrates very clearly. There is not one type of Afghan girl willing to sacrifice her list that her future husband would tick most of the boxes. There are many dynamics to her and each one whether she is traditional, conservative or modern lives a different day-to-day life in which they have different ideals and expectations that they want in a man.
As a Muslimah, I understand that Islam has freed us of the shackles of nationalism and limiting ourselves to one race.

“O mankind, indeed We have created you from male and female and made you people and tribes so that you may know one another”

(Qur’an 49: 13)

There is nothing wrong with marrying within your own race and to limit the differences as much as possible, but only if it is an option and not a requirement.

There are many ways in which women can get to know a prospective husband the” safe way”, rather than having to wake up a day after your wedding and getting ready for work when your new husband asks you “Where do you think you’re going?”

Marriage is the biggest decision of our lives. There is a biological clock that we should pay attention to, but not to rush into it.
If parents teach their daughters that they are free to choose and select their life partner but to consult that matter as a family and to exercise that right in a manner pleasing and safe and stop shipping off their daughters and making them someone else’s problem when they “deviate”. The problem can be nipped in the bud.

Parents play a major role in every child’s life and being brought up with Afghan values and the culture is to be respected. However, we should keep in mind that times are changing and Afghan girls are no longer submissive and will not allow to be treated how they were back in the days. We have rights that are given to us and being able to select our life partner without feeling like running a marathon is an obvious one.
In conclusion, if you are still here reading then congratulations you are one step better at knowing what we deal with.

Bottom line is that the only way for an Afghan girl to get married is not with her cousin, who she calls her brother one day and is then walking down the aisle hand in hand with him the next day because her parents weren’t able to trust anyone else. She does not need to be shipped off and made somebody else’s business either (although this is not a bad idea sometimes but there may be backlash).

Taking your sweet time cruising through life and then realising the only way you will have kids is through IVF or adopting isn’t the way to go either and neither am I trying to say we need to be treated like princess’s. There needs to be a balance of what someone is comfortable with. As Afghans are pretty divided when it comes to being traditional, conservative or westernised, every family will have a different take on the issue. We just need to sit back a little and stop standing on our toes all the time. Otherwise it’s just a vicious cycle that never ends and creates more problems than it does solutions.

Julia Gillard’s announcement of Australian troops withdrawal is nothing but a means for Labour to try and gain some popularity as they have been doing not all that good in the polls. This might just work for them as noted 64% of Australians are in favour of pull-out.

Every time the government is in trouble, they talk about the “War on Terror” to take people’s attention away from their national screw-ups and to try to stay as the favoured party around the time of the election. It is not surprising that withdrawal might start just before next federal election.

Obviously, both Obama and Gillard will spin the achievements as victory, but they know and everyone else knows that this illegal war and occupation will end as badly as it started.

Afghan conflict is complicated and NATO has not figured it out yet. Sooner or later they all will leave, shamelessly and they have nothing to show apart from a claim that they killed Bin Laden and neutralized terrorist threat that supposedly existed in Afghanistan. And of course no one will ask them about the innocent lives lost and the destruction they brought upon people of Afghanistan.