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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

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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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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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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A country is a toddler's hand
that holds you as long as it can before it falls asleep.

A city is a clipboard with lists built and crossed out,
clutched like a punctuated flotation device.

A...

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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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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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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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You are my heart, you are my soul;
You are dream, as I see whole_
You are the dew on red flowers;
And that missing at each hours.
You are sun set, you are sun light;
You seem star each half...

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Your old life
was a frantic running from silence.

~Jelaluddin Rumi

You remember the tale,
the whisper
that made the wine cup clatter
to the stone and before
anyone could...

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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...

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If a river became road,
I may forget you...

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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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