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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

I promise I won’t leave you again,
Even if I died or I was blind_
I promise I won’t make you cry;
I won’t break your heart neither I will lie_
I promise to come with you,
Near or far please...

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حالا
از برخورد شاخه جوانی به پوست گردنت سرخ می شوی
و از تماس انگشتی بر گونه ات جهان سیاه می شود در نظرت
میوه ها را می چینی
میوه های رسیده را
از درختانی با شاخه های ترکش خورده
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After the afternoon drain streets fill
again with approaching dusk
naan-shops open shutters
date carts grow lighter,
children dash on final errands.
Sun-wizened job-hunters wait still
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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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There is someone
He is coming toward me...

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بگو آری! کی بودی، کیستم من؟
گهی چون ابر،گهی چون موج چرا جاریستم من؟
بگو آخر ز روی مهربانی
چرا چون تو نباشی، نیستم من؟

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I came out with Gulab’s son. We waited near the Bibi Mahood Mausoleum. Cars were all around us. The police and army personnel were standing on both sides of the road too. Opposite the mausoleum, an American...

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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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من آن گل سرخم
بلی آن گل لاله
رویم به در و دشت
چشمم چو پیاله
اندر دلم داغیست
از هجر غم یاری
آنکه گذاشت من را
با اشک و غم و ناله
برگ برگم پریشانند
چون چهره ای حیرانم
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The spider‘s web was spreading all over the room. The old woman was trying to string a needle with her skinny bone hands, but her hands were shaking and her eyes could not see the needle, so she left the old carpet...

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When sun rises high
I wish to fly
In silence of sunlight
At shinning moon of night
I want to see the sea
I wish to be free.
I and spring
Together sit and sing
Each moment is...

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Do you remember?
I am! “Puny”_
But look just once!
I am just me.
Do you know that?
I am ugly_
But see just once!
My inner beauty.
Do you still?
Want me to follow_
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