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Generation of Immigrants
Ride with me to the fall of the skyFor a life without providence.I will leave here one day.I am from generations of immigrants. To Iran, Turkey, and America,Living in places around the globe.Again, man-made destructionsLive in my country, forever.Fixing this mess would take over decades.Kills me, the good memoriesOf my childhood in that country. Will… Continue reading
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A Society of Ashamed Women
A country that falls in the oneThat withholds its women,A society of gender-based critics,That never gets to important questions. The people of stone beating, the alive burningOf women did nothing but the death of innocent women,Manipulating the minds of many children to torture,The deceptive waves of humanity. If any, the women’s nature is the natural… Continue reading
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Salsal Yet Breathes Beneath The Stones
Bamyan’s every stone is a story, Traced in nights relentless with history Isn’t there no one who didn’t steal from you? So you’ve kept your jewelry ever since? Ajdar’s cry as every day peels to night, For its burned heart it cries at night. My city, who hasn’t stolen your light? So in Salsal’s exploded… Continue reading
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A 5th Anniversary of Terrorist
Passes from the terrorist’s anniversary: 5 yearsHell’s reservations are waiting for longer terms,As if a dance with no songs means the world.What about the world of thousands of young kids you took? The morals of the extremists are always ironic.I hope it burns you, your every step in the country,To drown in the tears of… Continue reading
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Take Our Souls Next
I can see the history that once seemed in the past is taking place again,Oppressors always took the land they desired;Now it’s happening to my house we built.I can’t believe how close I got to seeing this—I don’t know how the worst can happen after I said it can’t be any further away. That house… Continue reading
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At The End of The Day
At the end of the day, it’s me again; My worries and dreams of the day, I sit again with many wonders of tomorrow With many unfinished thoughts of yesterday. I see my world with my help this time, I want to drive to my old house alone, this time, I’d see what I lacked… Continue reading
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Illusion of Seven Skies
Why can’t a dying star fall on the cloud’s shoulders Be buried in the depths of space’s fortunes Unlike war victims, can we notice them? The way about many starving children on earth- We don’t care one dirham. Can we beautify the dark skies in galaxies So later, can it be a roof for the… Continue reading
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My Mind In Revision
Days pass, and as I get older, my existing schemas of the world around me change, and it troubles me to speak about them without a list of research, as it appears to me that understanding these controversial topics may need years or experience in the specific topic, or a Harvard degree. Sometimes I think… Continue reading
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Sore Throat
Why do voices get cut when just about to speak up? What is it that keeps us down to what we shall stand up? If such a perfect world, then why were we intended to protestingly speak? If the world were created to be this, why were we given a voice to speak? Maybe we… Continue reading
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Between Lines and Lands
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.” -Constitution of the United States- First Amendment We are supposedly… Continue reading
