At the Court of the Amîr: A NarrativeGray, John Alfred
History
At the Court of the Amîr: A Narrative
Gray, John Alfred
'Abd al-Rahman Khan, Amir of Afghanistan, -1901; Afghanistan -- History
The slave boys at the Palace are placed under the care of one official
whose duty it is to look after their comfort and train them in their
several duties. They are really Court Pages, and their work is shared
by the sons of nobles and gentlemen. A slave boy, if he has beauty,
ability, and fidelity--a rare combination, perhaps--can rise to the
highest positions under the Government.
One whom I knew, holding a very high position in the Afghan army, was
sold by the Amîr when he was in exile in Russia. The man ran away from
his master, and found his way back to the Amîr; again he was sold and
again escaped. He returned to Afghanistan with the Amîr and was raised
to high estate. He was a kindly man, but, in spite of his dog-like
fidelity to the Amîr, was not of strong character. I do not know of
what nationality he was: I was told that he was not an Afghan, but came
from the north-east. His son was distinctly of the Tartar type, though
he himself had more the regular features of the Persian. I saw in the
newspapers a short time ago that he was dead.
Two others I knew, slaves, holding high positions in the Amîr’s
service, who were with him in Russian Turkestan. His Highness will
forgive much in these men, and punish but lightly shortcomings on their
part.
As regards the treatment of the slaves in Kabul, it is simply a
question of property: a man has the power to sell, kill, or do as
he pleases with his slave; but, speaking generally, the slaves are
well-treated, especially among the upper classes. Sometimes it is
impossible to tell from their appearance which is a man’s slave-boy and
which is his son.
In Mazar, two boys used often to come and see me: they were dressed
very much alike, in gold embroidered tunics, and each had a little
revolver. I heard one of them was a slave, but for a long time I
thought the slave was the son. He was an amusing little fellow, quick
at repartee; but he lacked the dignity of the other--the almost
mournful quality of which made me think he was the slave.
[Sidenote: Hazara Slaves a Glut in the Market.]
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