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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

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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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...

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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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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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Because we fly with a single wing, my country has isolated itself from the rest of civilization. Afghanistan, as a culture, is male-centered--women are worth nothing. We believe all women are mentally...

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Kabul
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There is someone
He is coming toward me...

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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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بیا یک بار دیگر بیگانه شویم هر دو در قصه عشق خود افسانه شویم هر دو
مانند کبوتر ها پر کشیم در آن بالا در اوج تنهای تنها نشویم هر دو
همچو شاهپرکها بنشینیم روی...

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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...
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ای آشنای دیروز
در جاده های امروز
گم کرده ام ترا من
با یک دلی پر از سوز
قدم،قدم زنان من
هر سو روم حیران من
آخر کجای راهی؟
بده به من پناهی!
بمان،بمان کنارم
بخوان،بخوان تو...

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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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