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Just a feeling
…I want to be a lawyer someday… “But what if I couldn’t and left behind the words that now sound like a bluff? Could I then be ever respected?”I think so… In fact may have everyone has had a dream they left behind, whether being a princess or a doctor? Probably yes“But wouldn’t it be… Continue reading
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Borderlines
“And that’s what happened during the Vietnam War. Setaish anything about Afghanistan you want to add?” Yes… Then maybe I can repeat what I’ve memorized from the news just before coming to class. To be able to answer it as if my life depends on it, because most of the information known by others around… Continue reading
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What An Anthem
Growing up, I wasn’t much aware of the existence of different ethnicities in Afghanistan. Of course, they would make us sing the national anthem with our lungs, but that national anthem wasn’t in my language. I would sing it along with others because we had it on the first page of our school books, and… Continue reading
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Alien
“Deport Afghani!” Almost under half of the Afghan Hazara content creators were people from Iran who wanted Afghans back in their country, after the Iran and Israel situation now it feels less like an insult and more like genuine advice. I wish I could say yes Auntie I will just get back there like I… Continue reading
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A voice…
I named my website ‘My thoughts’ because I wanted to be heard without the fear of judgment, to write about things I would talk about almost every day to people who either like to listen or those who try to avoid them. I wrote to remind myself that I have a voice, too, and that… Continue reading
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If I can just be
I’m a 15 years old with a dream but unsure Unsure if my path is the right path, if I can ever get close to what I want and what would it cost. I go to check my grades and there I see a grade lower than I expected, tears fill my eyes with the… Continue reading
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The book stand
The spring Hazara grand picnic of 2025 was 2 weeks ago on May 19th, the same day as Memorial Day. Hazaragi clothing stands and many other stands, all different but all Hazara related, were there for people to buy and just remember who we are and where we came from. In little stands of them… Continue reading
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Freedom
Riders of freedom… Writers of freedom… You can find dreamers of freedom too, it’s not hard to find they are just silenced mostly choked with guns and suicide bombers ready to send you with themselves to heaven all over Kabul in my country, my country? Do I have to call it my country? Sometimes I… Continue reading
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One flight…
I looked at my relatives in my aunt’s house for the last time. Deep down in my heart, I know I won’t see them for years, but I’m choosing to lie to myself and also to them by telling them that we will come back after we become citizens of Turkey. Just five more years,… Continue reading
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If I’m allowed to talk, I don’t have to go by the rules
Life had been feeling familiarly unfamiliar and noticeably unnoticeable the way everything feels changed but the only thing changed is just your view and the voices talking in your head and the action taken by unexpected. As an example now I have 6th period English but it’s no longer my favorite class nor my favorite… Continue reading
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