« I have come again and am shining like gold on the dusty road after years it is not the smell of soil it is the smell of my birthplace. » —Mujib Mehrdad, The specks of birthplace
دلم میخواست برای تو در آسمان ماه میبودم
برای دیدنت عزیز مثل شب سیاه میبودم دلم میخواست به راه تو مرغ هوایی میشدم برای پر زدن بتو بهر سو راهی میشدم دلم میخواست برای تو ابر میبودم قطره قطره میباریدم... media_text
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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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تمام شعر من موج نگاهت media_text
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She always wished media_text
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Writing in eternal battlefields Afghanistan is country of wars. It has been the center of great empires under the Kushans, Ghaznavids, Ghorids, Timurids, Durrani dynasties and so on… in fact, the Silk Road... media_text
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Feet still wet from the freeze media_text
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میروم با اشک و آه و ناله ها media_text
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If you come in the fall media_text
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I am with you wherever you are, media_text
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Your love is beautiful as a painted lily, media_text
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