Mozhgan Mahjoob

Kabul

Mozhgan MAHJOOB (poet, writer; Afghanistan) was born in 1992 to an intellectual family in Kabul. She studied English Literature at Herat University and although she writes in Persian, the majority of her creative work is written in English. She received the top rank among twelve thousand students in 2010 at a competition for writing the best essay and short story.

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I won't be frozen Repeating of a sentence is repeating of life Do not be silent! Because by silence, Life means repeating to nothing… A border between existence and none existence, A shadow among life and... media_text	I'm Here Just Tell Me Hi! You are my heart, you are my soul; You are dream, as I see whole_ You are the dew on red flowers; And that missing at each hours. You are sun set, you are sun light; You seem star each half... media_text	میتوان میتوان در ژرفنای یک نگاه تا به اوج آسمان حتی رسید میتوان در یک نگاه ساده ای درد یک عشق نهانی را کشید میتوان با دیدن یک ارغوان حس شگفتن را بیدار ساخت میتوان در اقیانوس آبی عشق پاکی... media_text
تو بودی دلم را با نگاهی تو ربودی برایم عاشقانه می سرودی اگر روزی کسی همراز من بود تو بودی و تو بودی و تو بودی media_text	I May Forget You... If a river became road, I may forget you... media_text	Violence Against Women in Afghanistan Humanity consists of men and women, so the earth needs both of them for its development. If we visualize a human to a bird which flies by its two wings then we can easily claim that woman is one of the wings and... media_text
دریا ...قایق کوچک ...اقیانوس بی انتها ...من باشم و من ...تنهای تنها media_text	Fighting, Fighting Who knows that what is sad? What is doleful and so flat? Each one seen it, each heart suffered Even flowers of desert, became hopeless of that. Fighting, Fighting! You are for what? Put the... media_text	کی بودی؟ بگو آری! کی بودی، کیستم من؟ گهی چون ابر،گهی چون موج چرا جاریستم من؟ بگو آخر ز روی مهربانی چرا چون تو نباشی، نیستم من؟ media_text
You You are the one who can’t be described Neither forgotten, nor left a side You are endless as blue sky… Or the secret of autumn seaside... media_text	طلوع صبح فردایم تو هستی... در تابستان بارانم تو هستی همان ابری بهارانم تو هستی منم آن ماهی نیم جان ساحل بیا دریا که آبشارم تو هستی تویی تنها دلیل زنده گانی طلوع صبح... media_text	In Memory of Farkhonda My heart is burning, Every time I hear your name_ Wished I hadn’t been born; It really gives me such pain. How much you suffered! No one knows_ How much were you tortured!... media_text

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