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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

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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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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بیا من دمی تو گفتگو کن
دلم را با نگاهی زیر و رو کن
اگر بودی، نبودم در کنارت
مرا در خاطراتت جستجو کن

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[Translated by Hilal Nazki and Mujib Mehrdad]

The blood in my stomach
Streams like the blood from your head

Inconspicuous pains shimmering from a distance
Small looks, the pain from a...

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میروم با اشک و آه و ناله ها
میطپم من از هجوم درد ها
آخر اینجا هم برایم جا نبود...
هیچکس صادق به مثل ما نبود
در پس هر چهره ای بود چهره ها
هیچکس چون من نبود در...

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دلم گرفته با تو عاشق نبودی اصلآ

قلب مرا شکستی هیچگاه نبودی با من

در اوج رویا با تو دنیایی ساخته بودم

یک قلب پر زعشق...

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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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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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I don’t remember the Mississippi river and its warm sand
What I think is, will the sand of your eyes touch my body again?
the black cat in my house
can step in to your bed
he doesn’t drink
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Writing in eternal battlefields

Afghanistan is country of wars. It has been the center of great empires under the Kushans, Ghaznavids, Ghorids, Timurids, Durrani dynasties and so on… in fact, the Silk Road...

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Who knows that what is sad?
What is doleful and so flat?
Each one seen it, each heart suffered
Even flowers of desert, became hopeless of that.
Fighting, Fighting! You are for what?
Put the...

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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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