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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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Being just an Immigrant
In the days leading up to my departure from Afghanistan to Turkey, I did my best to record memories of my life there to remember when I came there. I captured videos of my fish, my house, our plants, and even the streets of Kabul. I no longer have those videos or photos, but I… Continue reading
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My questions to us Hazaras of US
We love to talk about being Hazara and how we are so getting independent as we move out of our homeland but we are never really united as what it means to be so? Of course it’s not for everyone here but for the majority of us. The unpopular view of us people is that… Continue reading
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Just a day in misery, today’s Afghanistan
April/ 2/ 2025 Martyrs’ blood floating in street streams, students ready to lose their life to learn a new word Learn to write “immigrant.” Not a new word? God knows Iran for Afghan. Police breaking another kid’s neck better than 20,000 kids being deported without a guardian. Now, even our guardian angels are chained by… Continue reading
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Rumors
Growing up I always heard about people who dreamed and never even got close to what they wanted, at young age it seemed scary that they were getting laughed at behind their backs and judged for wanting, to dream a better life… Daring to dream is now bravery, well I can say it has always… Continue reading
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A Random Memory
I was just walking home from school. I hid next to the neighbor’s doors so the driver would not come with me, I didn’t like the feeling of being watched so after waiting a few minutes I pressed the alarm. There was no electricity so I had to kick the door many times after someone… Continue reading
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Unwanted in any land
Why is it so difficult for us humans to live on the planet we were born in? Why are we hating each other this much if we are the same kind? Why do we hate each other? Just the kind of questions that a kid asks. At least I’m asking this now, when I’m older… Continue reading
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