Kochyano thread

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[Haris]

Ah Kuchyon, where do I begin.

These are the most ghairatee, traditional Pashtuns you will ever see. If there is anyone you don't want to anger, it's a kochai.

We have many in Wardag, with many very bloody conlifcts between them and the zoragan in the behsud areas in the west of the province.




It was only yesterday that someone we knew died as a result of a long-running fued with kuchyon.


I should not be sharing this but I won't be too specific so it should be ok.

Around about 40 or 50 years ago, there was a man who was a governor of a province. He had alot of influence and power there.
One day some kuchyon came and let their cattle graze on private land in the province. So as a show of power he would not tolerate
this and gathered those kuchyon and nailed their ears to the ground to serve as the first and last warning to anyone else.

It is said that like a donkey, a kochai never forgets (not in a derogoratary way).
Fast forward back to the present, the man has long since died but his son was alive and was living in Kabul I think. He was killed
by those kochyan in revenge for the humiliation that his father had inflicted on them. His brother found out about this and sought
badal. He went to a powerful ex-army general who was residing in Kabul to ask for help. The ex-general decided to help him as they
were both from the same tribe and from neighbouring villages. So the ex-general paid alot of money to some other kuchyon to
kill those kuchyon who had killed the guy's brother. Not only did they kill those kuchyon but they killed their enitre families too.
So then yesterday we heard news that the guy who went to the ex-general, was murdered.

He has one brother left so I don't know what will happen next.




Kuchyon are also extremely stubborn people and very hard to bargain with.

My grandad settled a dispute with some kuchyon not too long ago as well.
Basically a stupid young man saw some kochyan and saw that they had heroin. He was really desperate for some so he asked them for it. They wanted to know what he could give them in return for some white powder and he like an idiot offered his home and land (which he had no right to as it belonged to his father). So he got his heroin, not really caring for the consequences of what he had just done. A few days later his father comes home to see a big bunch of kuchyon standing outside with all their cattle, luggage & guns ready to move in. He has no idea what is going on and asks them to explain. So he finds out what happened and was naturally furious at his son. He pleaded with them to come to some sort of an agreement but they weren't having any of it. He was a poor guy with a poor family.

Eventually the kuchyon agreed that he could stay there only if he payed an extortionate amount of money. They could see that he was poor and had very little but because they are so stubborn, they wouldn't change theit mind. He had a few days to come up with the money otherwise they would kill him if he didn't let them move in. So news of the incident spread across the village and nearby villages but people either couldn't or wouldn't help him for whatever reason. So that's when my grandad enters the picture. He was the last person the guy could turn to and he had hopes because my grandad is one of the most respected men in his home village and the surrounding areas. My grandad is an old man and isn't exactly well off himself but he gathered what savings he could find and met the kuchyon. He paid in full the sum they wanted at great personal monetary loss because he felt sorry for the guy who no-one was willing to help. So they kuchyon left in peace and the guy still lives there with his family paying rent to my grandad. It is for that reason the he is extremely well respected there in that village along with other nearby villages and people always turn to him for advice on important matters.

[IamDZJ]

we used to live in the outskirts of kabul so there was lots of undeveloped land the kochiyan would camp on every year. no one said anything to them because everyone knew they were not going to stay there forever. they would put up their tents in clusters and then take out the animals for grazing. my father would take us with him to go see their camels. he would talk to the men while we watched the children and women. sometimes the ladies would bring butter and milk and exchange it with other goods in the village. sometimes they would just give it for free. everyday, just before sunset, there would be one guy far away in the distance, playing his flute while watching over the animals...

[AFG21]

Kuchai peopel have a really dificult life. MY mother best friend when she was chiled was a kuchai girl. she told me that she played a whole summer whith her but then she left and she really cried when she was gone :P. But my mother had also doubts about the Kuchians if they were really muslims or not. Becuse she told me that the girl didn't knew what alminz is. And she never saw her mother praying :S

[badmash_khel]

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[torkham]

kochayan have the meanest fkng guard dogs ever.

i once had to run away from one, my life depended on my running ability that day, i threw every rock that came in my hands at the dog, was even thinking of climbing a tree, long scary event, but i managed to escape.

[Michin Khel]

we call kochiyans as pawandan (singular: pawanda). They come to our region in winter from afghanistan. Nobody can dare to harass or robbed them as they are usually armed. Their women do not wear burqa and you can observe their beauty kho pa ghalat nazar tsok nashi warta katale.