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Bride Of Buried Dignity
There comes the small will of desire in pride With the pain of generational trauma as a bride The bride to a country of unlivables, buried underneath Of dignity that snatches women’s lives? died Continue reading
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Heaven Was Mandatory
“An essay and presentation due Friday, you choose the topic.” It took less than a minute, and all of a sudden I recall the dear a country ruled by thieves; kleptocracy and kakistocracy -government by the worst, and a system built on the rountin violation of human rights in my country. How can such a… Continue reading
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Every little counts…
It has been 5 years since I’ve been out of Afghanistan. Since the country is in civil tensions within itself, the only thing that provides a sense of belonging is my culture, Hazara culture. Yet I don’t know it well enough to know how to embrace it. Born and raised in Kabul, neither my city… Continue reading
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I met many women with long stories and often the same end.
I have met many women with long and complex stories, often leading to similar conclusions. My favorite actor, Bahram Afshari, once said, “Nothing ends badly; if it does, it hasn’t ended.” While I appreciate his perspective, I often find myself questioning it. In my brief life experience, I’ve noticed that many women I’ve encountered possess… 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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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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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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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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