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...
« 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
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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...قایق کوچک ...اقیانوس بی انتها ...من باشم و من ...تنهای تنها media_text
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Translated by Rashid Khattak I opened my eyes. The first voice I heard was my own cries. Then voices congratulating each other made a noise. The abundance of light forced me to close my eyes again. The noise... media_text
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از هجر تو نالانم از دوریت گریانم باشد شبی بیتو در گوشه ای پایانم
رفتی و مرا تنها بی مونس و بی همراه ای عزیز خوابهایم هر جا که هستی باز آ گفتی شبم بیتو فردای نخواهد داشت... 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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Things fall apart media_text
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در اوج بی نیازی تنها نیاز من باش
ای آشنا چه بودی دایم قرار من باش در جاده های پرپیچ در شب بی ستاره هر سو اگر روم من فانوس راه من باش در لحظه ای جدای آنگاه که پرگشودم ای همره ثانیه ها همدم آه من... media_text
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You are the one who can’t be described Neither forgotten, nor left a side You are endless as blue sky… Or the secret of autumn seaside... media_text
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