protest
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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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“…I’ve been away from home for 5 years now…”
“Liar-“ I learned about calling your country home in history class when many cartoons showed the US worrying more about civilizing other countries than “home”. Now it appears to me that I’ve never called my country home before this, but I missed our house where we lived in Afghanistan. Would that make me a patriot? 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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