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Kabul, Afghanistan

Contributors: Mozhgan Mahjoob, Farzana Marie , Mujib Mehrdad, Mohibullah Zegham

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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Parepidemos I Something familiar when you walk into town: kids chase a rooster. drying clothes flap in the sun, old men play chess in the square. They stare at first, but later laugh with... media_text	Beaded Blue 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... media_text	War, the Literati and Responsibility Can literature accept social responsibility? Some say that the arts should be purely arts--nothing else, that writers should only serve the gods of beauty and joy. In some cases, this makes sense, particularly... media_text
Excerpts from The Suicide Bomber 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... media_text	Precious Love Your love is beautiful as a painted lily, As a moon in darkness, as honesty. Your love is sunset, It’s neither golden, nor red_ Like a rose… no, a star, It’s near although it seems far. ... media_text	Small looks, the pain from a distance [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... media_text
Waiting 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;... media_text	The Song of Freedom 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... media_text	میتوان میتوان در ژرفنای یک نگاه تا به اوج آسمان حتی رسید میتوان در یک نگاه ساده ای درد یک عشق نهانی را کشید میتوان با دیدن یک ارغوان حس شگفتن را بیدار ساخت میتوان در اقیانوس آبی عشق پاکی... media_text
گل سرخ 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 ... media_text	The specks of birthplace [Translated by Hilal Nazki and Mujib Mehrdad] 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 ... media_text	آدمک های ظاهر نما 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... media_text