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« 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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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... media_text
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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... media_text
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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... media_text
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Afghanistan is a place on mars To Malala media_text
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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... media_text
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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... media_text
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