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My recommendation…
As someone who lived outside Afghanistan for more than 5 years, I don’t remember much of there, and even if I do, I want something from there to myself, since my country itself isn’t in a great situation. The only thing that gives a sense of belonging is my culture, Hazara culture. Yet I don’t 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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What An Anthem
Growing up, I wasn’t much aware of the existence of different ethnicities in Afghanistan. Of course, they would make us sing the national anthem with our lungs, but that national anthem wasn’t in my language. I would sing it along with others because we had it on the first page of our school books, and 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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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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