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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

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...

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Afghanistan is a place on mars
women and children are howling
and no one can help them from the earth

To Malala
A head without Borqa is a head with a bullet
why you took the pencil...

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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;...

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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!...

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If a river became road,
I may forget you...

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Your old life
was a frantic running from silence.

~Jelaluddin Rumi

You remember the tale,
the whisper
that made the wine cup clatter
to the stone and before
anyone could...

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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...

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I have decided you can go
I dreamt you left, see it came true!
Let you know that you weren’t so kind,
You were an extra feeling, if you don’t mind.
I lost my life by your memories,
Can you...

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دلم میخواست برای تو در آسمان ماه میبودم
برای دیدنت عزیز مثل شب سیاه میبودم
دلم میخواست به راه تو مرغ هوایی میشدم
برای پر زدن بتو بهر سو راهی میشدم
دلم میخواست برای تو ابر میبودم قطره قطره میباریدم...
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Kabul
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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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There is someone
He is coming toward me...

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