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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

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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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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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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You are my heart, you are my soul;
You are dream, as I see whole_
You are the dew on red flowers;
And that missing at each hours.
You are sun set, you are sun light;
You seem star each half...

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حالا
از برخورد شاخه جوانی به پوست گردنت سرخ می شوی
و از تماس انگشتی بر گونه ات جهان سیاه می شود در نظرت
میوه ها را می چینی
میوه های رسیده را
از درختانی با شاخه های ترکش خورده
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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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دنیا چقدر شیرین بود روزیکه ترا دیدم
رویای من رنگین بود آن روز که ترا دیدم
اندر دل من یک بار یک روزنه ای تابید
آن نور امید بود روزیکه ترا دیدم
روزها گذشت و من اندر طلب رویت
عاشق شدم عاشقتر هر روز...
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...قایق کوچک

...اقیانوس بی انتها

...من باشم و من

...تنهای تنها

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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 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...

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Writing in eternal battlefields

Afghanistan is country of wars. It has been the center of great empires under the Kushans, Ghaznavids, Ghorids, Timurids, Durrani dynasties and so on… in fact, the Silk Road...

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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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