-I am so happy, I don't know what to do.
I am so happy and excited.
If someone came in front of me, I'd tear them apart.
My hands are shaking like this!
[laughs]
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-This is the moment Suneeta has been waiting for.
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She has been apart from her four children for years,
and in just an hour, she will be able to hold them again.
-My heart is beating.
It beats like dup, dup, dup.
How I will hug my kids at once!
-The Post first met her two weeks ago,
at her home in Albany, New York.
Her husband was an interpreter for US forces.
He disappeared in 2013 and was never heard from again.
She became a refugee,
but her kids were kidnapped by a relative and ended up stranded,
alone in Afghanistan.
As the Taliban swept through Kabul on August 15th,
she grew desperate, fearing for her children's lives
and their futures.
-My kids are scared, thinking at any moment
the Taliban will kick in the door and take them.
I know that God only knows if, and when,
the Taliban will come for them.
[smooches]
-But with the help of
the refugee resettlement agency USCRI,
a US Army veteran, and a group of rabbis in the US,
her children were able to flee Kabul on August 27th.
-We were texting, filling out documents,
asking information about my kids.
For three nights we didn't sleep at all,
and worked on this project to rescue my kids from Kabul.
We succeeded and got them out.
When they'd send me pictures from Kabul,
their faces were yellow.
Their necks were too skinny. Their hearts had no hope.
When they arrived in Germany they sent me pictures,
and I could tell they were rejuvenated.
They looked so happy and excited,
with shiny, smiling faces.
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-Hi.
-[speaking native language]
♪♪
[conversations in native language]
-The Taliban came, and we were so scared.
It was our first time seeing this kind of war,
with gunfire around us.
[gunshots]
We didn't know what to do.
But God helps us get here, to our mother.
[indistinct shouting]
-It was a dangerous escape.
On August 26th, when a suicide bombing at Kabul's airport
killed at least 170 people,
Beheshta and her siblings were waiting in a vehicle nearby.
-We never thought we would make it.
We were so scared.
A very scary sound of a blast came from nearby.
We were very scared, the kids were also scared.
Sana was crying with every sound,
with the sounds of the gunfire.
But finally we reached the military plane.
The military plane was scary, too.
We had kids and there weren't any seat belts.
We had ourselves stuck to the floor and were very scared.
-The four kids were admitted to the US
under a program known as humanitarian parole.
They will be able to go to school,
apply for permission to work
and eventually permanent residency.
[laughter]
-Our life is better here.
Here we are with our mother.
We were alone there, with no opportunities.
We could not build a life.
There are no opportunities in Kabul.
Now I want to study international relations.
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-High five. -Yeah!
I don't know what to do!
My kids are here in America.
I am so excited. I don't know what to do!
Today is my day.
This day is only mine and my children's.
There is nothing else to say.
Today is only our day. Is it Monday?
Monday is only mine and my kids' day.
[speaking native language]
[laughs]
My kids are with me, yeah.
You helped me.
[smooches] Thank you, my sister.
Today, after being apart for seven years,
we are starting our lives together again.
After seven years being apart,
today I am together with my kids and in America,
I can't believe it.
Oh God. I can't believe my kids are here.
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