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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

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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!...

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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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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...

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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...

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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;...

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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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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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,
...

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