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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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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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!... media_text
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A country is a toddler's hand A city is a clipboard with lists built and crossed out, A... media_text
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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... media_text
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You are my heart, you are my soul; media_text
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Your old life ~Jelaluddin Rumi You remember the tale, 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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