[Afghans
who picnicked by Istalif’s river or visited its famous shrine have stopped
coming because of growing insecurity across the country. With unemployment
chronically high, those who do visit spend little on the town’s distinctive
turquoise pottery or the mass-produced knickknacks that shopkeepers hawk to
survive.]
By
Kareem Fahim
An Afghan potter working on a
traditional kick-spin device in Istalif.
Credit Sergey Ponomarev for
The New York Times
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ISTALIF,
Afghanistan — To survive the last catastrophe, when
their town was sacked and burned by the Taliban, the potters of the northern
Afghan town of Istalif buried the tools of their trade and fled, some
enduring years of exile until the threat finally passed.
The
town has long been coveted for its rustic, riverine beauty, nestled among bands
of orchards that overlook the parched Shomali Plain, and for its strategic
location on the road to Kabul , the capital. Istalif’s resurgence after the fall of the
Taliban in 2001 hardened its reputation for resilience, earned over centuries
as it repeatedly survived pillaging by invaders.
Yet
now, Istalif is endangered again, and the peril this time is more difficult to
escape: imposed not by marauders but by neglect, as Afghanistan ’s government grapples with accelerating
violence and a collapsing economy, and as the foreign presence evaporates.
Afghans
who picnicked by Istalif’s river or visited its famous shrine have stopped
coming because of growing insecurity across the country. With unemployment
chronically high, those who do visit spend little on the town’s distinctive
turquoise pottery or the mass-produced knickknacks that shopkeepers hawk to
survive.
Gone,
too, are the foreigners who descended on the village over the last decade, sometimes
on day trips from Kabul , flush with cash. The offices of various
international organizations that sought to aid the town and its residents have
been forsaken, as they have across much of the country, leaving behind only
rusted signs detailing the foreigners’ lofty and now discarded ambitions.
In
lettering faded by the sun, one sign for a Belgian group called Mothers for
Peace advertises projects including English and literacy courses, a mothers-and-children
clinic, agriculture education and a “pottery section.” Beyond the sign, a
padlocked and emptied building is a vestige of passing Western interest in this
place.
The
shops on Istalif’s main street were open on a recent morning, but devoid of
shoppers. “I have forgotten what a dollar looks like,” said Mir Golom Rasool, a
70-year-old store owner — exaggerating for effect, but only a little.
Istalif,
which is actually a grouping of several smaller villages, once attracted an
unusual amount of interest from foreign organizations. It was considered a
“microcosm of rural life” less than an hour’s drive from Kabul , according to Scott Liddle, the Afghanistan country director for Turquoise Mountain , a nongovernmental group that trains Afghan
artisans. The town benefited from some international development projects that
provided it with clinics, schools and electricity, Mr. Liddle said.
A
different nonprofit founded by an American couple provided financing for the
restoration of more than 100 shops in Istalif, and by 2007, news reports were
hailing the town as an Afghan success story.
But
even as development improved people’s lives, one of the town’s foundations —
its centuries-old pottery production — was struggling. In recent years, the
local market for pottery had been “obliterated,” Mr. Liddle said. “Hardly any
foreigners go there, and fewer Afghans.”
But
of the various Afghan crafts the group was trying to promote, including jewelry
and woodwork, “ceramics is the most challenging one and the hardest to
commercialize internationally,” because of the difficulty in shipping delicate
pieces and ensuring that the quality of the pottery is up to the high standards
of buyers in London or New York, Mr. Liddle said.
The
loss of business seemed an especially cruel turn for a place that had managed
to survive far more crippling shocks.
Mohamed
Islam Malekzada, who manages a pottery business started by his grandfather and
spoke in his shop on the main street, spent years in a Taliban prison after the
insurgents raided Istalif in the late 1990s. He was rounded up with other
residents and beaten “after they burned our homes,” he said.
“It
was a very dark era,” he said.
The
family returned to Istalif after the fall of the Taliban and revived their
pottery business, with help from Turquoise Mountain, which worked to improve
the quality of the ceramics and revived a distinct, natural glaze — measures
that were supposed to help Istalif’s craftspeople market their wares abroad.
Yet
Mr. Malekzada said he hardly ever received international orders. “There was one
shipment to America , for 25 pieces, about two months ago,” he
said. With international support drying up, Afghanistan ’s government had not jumped in to support
the struggling pottery industry, he said.
As
he spoke, a family stopped by, browsing past the pricier pottery before
settling on a large, unglazed pot that cost less than a dollar.
“We
are not going to give up,” Mr. Malekzada said. “We kept the business in bad
days, and we will keep going as long as we can.”
In
his book “Bazaar Politics: Power and Pottery in an Afghan Market Town,” Noah
Coburn, an anthropologist who spent several years working and living in Istalif,
described the central role of pottery production in the town and on local
politics.
It
“shaped the rhythm of life for the potters” by requiring a high level of
integration in families and collective labor, he wrote. That, in turn, “encouraged
loyalty and hierarchy.”
By
contrast, the foreign nongovernmental organizations that worked in Istalif had
little impact, “despite large amounts of money being spent,” Mr. Coburn wrote.
“Most
surprisingly, the NGOs’ goals often had little to do with a desire to improve
life in Istalif,” he continued. “Most of the projects had been conceived abroad,
and the goal of the development workers was to ensure that the programs ran as
described in their funding documents, not in a way that created real change.”
Across
the street from Mr. Malekzada’s stall, another shopkeeper, Abdul Jabar, was
also trying to seize any opportunity, handing a young man a small clay pot that
the boy said he needed to feed his partridge, on the promise that the boy’s
father would pay later.
Abdul
Jabar traced the history of Istalif through Afghanistan ’s recent eras, recalling the Taliban
occupation, when he hid in Kabul , moving from house to house until he was able to restart his
business. Years later, the town prospered as Afghanistan became more secure, and “people would come
from all over the country for picnics,” he said.
Now,
like other potters on the street, Abdul Jabar and his family are suffering, contending
with the resurgence of the Taliban and a broader sense that the country — or
his corner of it — had been abandoned. “We didn’t get the help we expected,” he
said, reflecting on the role of foreign groups in Istalif. And the government, he
added, “had failed to do anything good.”
Across
the street, men cooled ceramics in a pink bucket filled with water, their work
rhythms continuing, even without the shoppers, as they had for generations.
“We
don’t know what else to do,” Abdul Jabar said.
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Jawad
Sukhanyar contributed reporting.