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Kabul, Afghanistan

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

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...
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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...

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The weather was extremely cold and snowy. The street was covered by ice and snow. Everyone was in a hurry to gohome as soon as possible.

"Buy a handkerchief for yourself please," said a small boy, his hands...

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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...

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Because we fly with a single wing, my country has isolated itself from the rest of civilization. Afghanistan, as a culture, is male-centered--women are worth nothing. We believe all women are mentally...

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Afghanistan is a place on mars
women and children are howling
and no one can help them from the earth

To Malala
A head without Borqa is a head with a bullet
why you took the pencil...

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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...
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Kabul, Afghanistan
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A short story by Mohibullah Zegham (from my first collection of short stories “Hill in the Human”)

Translated by Rashid Khattak

It was a market day. I had loaded 16 sacks full of potatoes in a truck and...

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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...

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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...

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Things fall apart
At a twinkle,...

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