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,
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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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After the afternoon drain streets fill media_text
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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... media_text
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بگو آری! کی بودی، کیستم من؟ media_text
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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... media_text
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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... media_text
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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 ... media_text
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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... media_text
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