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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	He is Coming Toward Me... There is someone He is coming toward me... media_text	طلوع صبح فردایم تو هستی... 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
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	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	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
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	آشنای دیروز... 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... media_text	I May Forget You... If a river became road, I may forget you... media_text
Last Wish I am with you wherever you are, Up or down, near or far_ My soul cannot be separated from you; Final destiny! By Your precious love_ I see the moon and reach in sky. Like sky sometimes... media_text	On the Map 2014: Mujib MEHRDAD (Afghanistan) sr_media_youtube	It was Too Late... 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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