life
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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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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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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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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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