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Simplicity is my style....
تا توانی دلی به دست آور
دل شکستن هنر نمی باشد
مولانا جلال الدین محمد رومی
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In generosity and helping others be like a river...
In compassion and grace be like sun....
In concealing others' faults be like night...
In anger and fury be like dead...
In modesty and humility be like earth...
In tolerance be like a sea...
Either exist as you are or be as you like.
MEVLANA
Afghanistan (My land, My pride, My diginity)
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Our country is going through sensitive and future determining time. We are worried for our motherland, she is worried for us, and her feelings are hurt. You have been distanced from her side and now You are living far far away. Afghanistan has been waiting for them for some years.
I am "Afghanistan", when you all left I cried during that sad season, but you promised you will be back. That was the only hope I had.
You promised so I waited with sleepless eyes. My dearest children what happened to our promise of seeing each other again. What happened to our promise?
At night time the memories from the past filled up my whole body and soal. I remember again how I used to be these days, I didn't have any feeling of being less, I was full of pride and confidence.
My dearest children what happened to our promise to see each other again? Do not forget me. I know I am ruined. You are hearing my cries. I am "Afghanistan", exhaused of the kisses of whips. Nothing is left to me, since the day you all left I have not seen a single happy day.
My children you were not have to see what I went through, so you could see what I went through. Do not forget me, I know I am ruined, hear my cries, I am "Afghanistan".
I still ask myself what happened to all the efforts! God forbit you have gotten used to being refugees and exiled! I am still sleeplessly waiting, I am afraid you will not come back!
My dearest children you have not forgot me, have you? Do not forget me, I know I am ruined, I am "Afghanistan". Hear my cries, I am "Afghanistan".
Can you Help me write an Essay about:
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A real story about real people and real live. A story about which is like to lose your job, your home, your past and your future, your land and your dignity to invisable force, to someone or something your can't see, your can't even emagine.
It is a new space that has been offered to us today, a new kind of chalange, it offers the opetunaty for new kind of art, an art which can make incompatable compatable, intangable tangable, invisable to visable.
write me your idea about it and let me know..... Thanks again and again. "Fall seven times stand up eight"
Hometown
Kabul - Afghanistan
Country
United States
Interests
Pool Table, Swimming, Comping, Cooking, Travaling.
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