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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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…The snow was falling like shattered glass…
Baba said I could go out, I knew he would let me perhaps that’s why I asked him. Playing it cool I go to get my jacket and shoes. I didn’t want my brothers to find out, maybe I just wanted some time with myself. I wear my jacket and bring my shoes and quietly… Continue reading
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