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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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Fighting, Fighting 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... media_text	در آن سوی آب ها با یک بوسه مزه گردن مرطوبی را امتحان کردم با بوسه دیگر شانه برهنه ای را برای خودم نشانی کردم (در جستجوی وطنی هستم) و با بوسه سوم دست هایش را که برعلیه من بودند در پهلوهایش... media_text	A Soldier's letter to his lover 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 ... media_text
On the Map 2014: Mujib MEHRDAD (Afghanistan) sr_media_youtube	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	When Things Fall Apart Things fall apart At a twinkle,... 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	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	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
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	Love is All... Love is all, love is flower It’s what which makes you higher Love is the moon in each twilight, It is a lamp, it is a light Call it a rainbow over sky; Only by love you can fly Love is... media_text	Untitled Short Poem تمام شعر من موج نگاهت ترا من دوست دارم بی نهایت اگر روزی نباشی در کنارم جهان گردد برایم چون قیامت media_text

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