freedom
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Phone call
…My phone rang… It was two of my dad side aunts behind the phone, people I hadn’t seen in five years now. It felt like they were placed in my subconscious. I could tell I knew them, but a feeling kept me from truly knowing them. I couldn’t hardly understand their accent. Their deep accent 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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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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