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Kabul, Afghanistan

Contributors: Mozhgan Mahjoob, Farzana Marie , Mujib Mehrdad, Mohibullah Zegham

Kabul, Afghanistan

« 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

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Interview with Mohib Zegham sr_media_youtube	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	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
...بیا یکبار دیگر بیا یک بار دیگر بیگانه شویم هر دو در قصه عشق خود افسانه شویم هر دو مانند کبوتر ها پر کشیم در آن بالا در اوج تنهای تنها نشویم هر دو همچو شاهپرکها بنشینیم روی... media_text	Bus Graveyard Still you can see the blue under the nose below Dia de los Muertos eye cavities, glassy shine long splintered, littering the dressing room to the afterlife like the left-behind glitter of a... media_text	Waiting If you come in the fall I will paint on a wall, A love cottage and a moon_ I am waiting you come soon. I will wait all the year, Summer, spring, fall, winter_ I will count day by day;... media_text
Leave Me Alone! I have decided you can go I dreamt you left, see it came true! Let you know that you weren’t so kind, You were an extra feeling, if you don’t mind. I lost my life by your memories, Can you... media_text	Love is All... Love is all, love is flower It’s what which makes you higher Love is the moon in each twilight, It is a lamp, it is a light Call it a rainbow over sky; Only by love you can fly Love is... media_text	..در جستجوی تو این منم آری منم اسیر زلف و روی تو هر جا روم من در بدر هستم به جستجوی تو ازین پرسم با آن رسم با آن رسم از تو پرسم آیا بتو خواهم رسید چون پر زنم بسوی تو؟ سالها گذشت دیوانه وار هر... media_text
Beaded Blue Feet still wet from the freeze of a Band-e Amir pool, strung one to the next like stone beads with waterfall thread, we pile into the hatchback, bumping back to the highway to... media_text	جادویی شکستنی چیزی باقی نمانده است،جز عکس یادگار تو دلتنگی شبهای من،با مشتی خاطرات تو حرفی برای گفتن نیست تقصیر من باز هم نبود حرف آخر را میشنوی‌ نمیگیرم سراغ تو رفتن تو یادم نبود چطور رفتی... media_text	Carpet Shop For Khorshid, whose name means Sun It’s always the sandals that are left on the scene, thrown from a suddenly-airborne body, spit like a watermelon seed. Hers were fuscia, with flowers, ... media_text

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