What does 2021 mean for Afghanistan?

Could 2021 be the year Afghanistan’s destiny finally changes? Or will “spoilers” ruin this opportunity for peace in the region?In the eighteenth (official) year of the war, Afghanistan continues to face significant challenges in stabilising the country.

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