This tree, whose leaves are all blood-colored, is in a cemetery it is the tree of knowledge of Afghanistan, whose young sons and daughters came to Kabul with all their efforts to learn science and knowledge, but on the contrary, they were entrusted to their families as coffins. Like the story of the same mother who told her neighbor lady with a thousand joys that she misses her daughter so much and her father said that tomorrow our daughter will come home from school in Kabul, and the neighbor lady who was holding her throat because she knew that the coffin of this old mother’s daughter is actually coming.