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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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Repeating of a sentence is repeating of life
Do not be silent!
Because by silence,
Life means repeating to nothing…
A border between existence and none existence,
A shadow among life and...

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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.
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Feet still wet from the freeze
of a Band-e Amir pool,
strung one to the next
like stone beads
with waterfall thread,
we pile into the hatchback,
bumping back to the highway
to...

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بیا من دمی تو گفتگو کن
دلم را با نگاهی زیر و رو کن
اگر بودی، نبودم در کنارت
مرا در خاطراتت جستجو کن

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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...

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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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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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Do you remember?
I am! “Puny”_
But look just once!
I am just me.
Do you know that?
I am ugly_
But see just once!
My inner beauty.
Do you still?
Want me to follow_
...

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[Translated by Hilal Nazki and Mujib Mehrdad]

The blood in my stomach
Streams like the blood from your head

Inconspicuous pains shimmering from a distance
Small looks, the pain from a...

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For Khorshid, whose name means Sun

It’s always the sandals that are left on the scene,
thrown from a suddenly-airborne body,
spit like a watermelon seed.
Hers were fuscia, with flowers,
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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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