Revolutionary Heroism

On the 35th anniversary of the Soviet murder of Comrade Akram Yari from Afghanistan

In the longer article  “Afghanistan: The Tortuous Road of Revolution“, by Afghan Maoists in exile in the Netherlands, we find a short biographical sketch:

Comrade Akram Yari was born in 1944 in Jaghuri, a district in Ghazni province in central Afghanistan. He was the youngest son of Abdullah Yari, a landlord and feudal aristocrat in central Afghanistan. Akram Yari finished his elementary education in Jaghuri and then was moved to Kabul, because in those days there was no high school or even secondary school in Hazarajat. Not that the Baluches, the Turkmens, the Uzbecks or the Nuristani’s had better than the Hazaras.

Comrade Akram Yari, was Dari speaking, he was sent to a public School in Kabul, called Ghazi Lyceum. He finished this high-school and continued his higher education at the Kabul University. He received his university degree in Mathematics and Physics in 1965. As was customary in Afghanistan in those days, he was employed by the ministry of education as a teacher and was sent to Naderya High School to teach Mathematics and Physics.

Very soon, Naderya High School(named after king Nader) became a focal point of new ideas, which AkramYari was introducing. He had formed circles of young Maoism supporters from the students. But the secrete police of the regime had focused their magnifying glass on him. Yari was marked out as one of the most dangerous enemy of the system. The Ministry of Education fired him and his name was written in the black-listed of the regime. From now on he could never be employed by any governmental organization and institution in Afghanistan.

Com. A. Yari had a very good knowledge of the English language.  When he was a high-school student he studied “Das Kapital” (The Capital) by Karl Marx in English. With that level of proficiency in the English language he could easily find another job. Soon, he was employed by the Afghan Insurance Company in Kabul as a translator and calculation co-worker. After some years, he resigned and returned to his home village. He built a small house with two rooms inside the compound of his  father’s property and made an agreement with his tenant-farmers.This

agreement was very simple. The farmers must provide him with the products of their labor, enough for two persons. In the same time, in the whole central Afghanistan, the farmers were receiving only one fifth (1/5th.) of the total annual production.

Comrade A. Yari settled down among the farmers and married. He always wore a simple local outfit. Unlike other nobles of the district, he walked a distance of almost twelf kilometers, to and fro,  every day from his house to the center of the district and sat there on the ground with the peasants, shepherds and farmers, writing (legal) defense papers for them, defending them against the local despots and usurers. Soon, he became known as  the people’s advocate among the peasants and the poor people.

In 1978 his daughter, was born and Comrade Yari became a father. In the winter of 1978 the “Khalqi” and “Purchami” (the two factions of the pro-Soviet ruling party) regime ordered his arrest and sent armed troops to detain him. They  then brought him to AGSA (Afghanistan’s KGB, the secret branch of the police) and according to their own statement tortured him to death.

During his short life, Comrade Yari showed that he was a born  rebel. Though he is not among us now, his loyalty to the cause of the proletariat and the oppressed and to the communist ideology of Marxism-Leninism-Maoism (Mao Tse-tung Thought in those days) and devotion to the people is a great lesson for all of us to learn from.

Read the full text here:Afghanistan:The Tortuous Road of Revolution.


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