Hazara

2010-12-18T20:24:00.000-08:00

I LOVE YOU MOM

2010-06-11T05:46:00.000-07:00

Mom, please don't worry 'cause
I'm doing really well,
Even though I miss you on
This Happy Mother's Day!

Wishing you were with me 'cause
In that case I could tell
You all the things that happened to me
While you were away.

I love you even though you can't
Be with me just for now.
And I know you love me, too,
'Cause I'm your son,

And I'm sure that you will come
To me someday, somehow,
And I will see you look at me
And know that you have smiled.

Ahmed Hazara

I AFRAID !!

2010-06-09T10:17:00.000-07:00

I'm so afraid
of everything
not sure of myself
it seems impossible to breathe
my heart is beating way to fast
and my body is shivering

it's starting all over again
fear is killing me slowly
fear from the past and the future

my mind seems unable to think clearly
how long can I face this?

I'm tired
don't wanna face this again

AHMED HAZARA

DON'T HURT ME !!!

2010-06-09T10:11:00.001-07:00

DON’T HURT ME!!

I used to think it was over
Both,
Our friendship and my love
But I forgot the cuteness of your smile
The way you make me laugh
The color of your eyes
And the smell of your hair
But now I remember
I guess I'll never get you out of my head
The way we talked
Without any tension
Just so relaxed
I forgot how I loved you
I thought it was over
But now I know it isn't
Maybe you're the one
Who knows
Maybe you're going to hurt me again
I guess I'll just have to wait and see
For now I want to be with you
I want to love you
I want you to make me smile again
I want to keep feeling the butterfly's inside of me
Maybe it's just for a while
But it's worth it
Some time ago
I told myself to forget you
But I simply can't
I just have to see your smile
Or your eyes
Then I'm sold
All handed over to your heart
And you'll stay forever in mine
Baby, I want to kiss your lips
Hold you in my arms
Maybe
Someday
My dream comes true
The dream of you and me
Together
The way it was today
So calm, so relaxed
That's the way I want to keep you in my heart
Not the way it used to be
The silences in our conversations
The way you acted to me
So attached
You've hurt me so bad with that
But the doubt nest left my heart today
You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with
Maybe that's the way you feel it too
And if not..
I'll be the one where you can cry with
The one who will listen to your sorrows
So, please,
If I'm not the one for you
Then let me be your friend
An important person in your life
I don't want to forget you
Live my life without you
You're the one I really care for
Not just a crush
You have whole my heart
You can do with it whatever you want
But please, don't hurt me
Because I do care for you
Let me know if you need me
I'll be there
No matter what

Ahmed Hazara

ALONE

2010-06-09T10:08:00.001-07:00

A place alone
Where I can be happy
It's just a dream
I try to reach it every day
But every time I have just some hope
It's taken away
Again
By the things you say
Every day
My sorrow grows again
And my feelings come back
I try not to cry
But then my tears start coming
Rolling slowly down my cheeks
Falling in the darkness
The coldness
of my fears
With frozen thoughts
Left behind
From this life without sense

Ahmed Hazara

my land of dreams....

2010-06-08T11:04:00.000-07:00

Beyond these walls
there's a place away from the screams,
in my own world
my land of dreams....

Where shouts turn to birdsong
and cries turn to laughs,
when happiness is sunshine
banishing the dark.

Where fights are with pillows
and tears are of joy,
where there is silence
never any noise.

Where anger is unknown
and hate is love,
where lies are clouds
kept high above.

Where peace is mine
mine and yours,
echoing instead of
the banging of doors.

Beyond these walls
there's a place where things are what they seem,
in my own world
my land of dreams...

Ahmed

with Friends

2010-06-07T11:18:00.000-07:00

We were all gathered at one of my friend’s house having some snacks and tea. And one of my friends? asked me what does love means to you

I paused for a second when this question was asked to me. I turned my memories pages backwards and smiled and said that love is the best gift ever to oneself it makes you realize the beauty of nature, it makes you realize the bird nest that has been the whole year there and you never gave a moment to look at it,I remember realizing that amazing flower growing between the rocks and couldn’t believe I haven’t seen it before although I passed by it every single day and I didn’t realize that amazing flower. There where lots of worries but love made me feel as if some one was patting me on the shoulder telling me don’t worry sweet heart every thing is going be fine .Yeah it’s been a long time since I felt my cheeks flush I loved those days when my eyes was glittering with happiness every one could see the way I smiled and laughed the way I was so energetic to life, I suddenly paused again and flipped my memories pages forward and said love is very beautiful but it pains like hell, it cuts you very deeply but the only thing is when you are in love people smiles at your smile, but when love hurts you no one cries when you cry. Love hurts like hell it sucks all the happiness and joy out of you life and you feel that you can’t survive any more days, months even years comes and goes and life goes on after lots of battles and wars you survive and try to live your life normally and you succeed but this time the mirror you use to look at yourself is broken into big pieces but you still look the way you are before you got in love you still can see the beautiful heart of yours. Life goes on and again I flip my memories pages to forward and look at myself again getting in love again but this time I’m more careful than first time. I have got hurt and I’m not willing to go again on that road but life again takes me to another beautiful road where I can even see rainbows when it’s raining which made me believe again in love and smile and laugh out louder than the last time I had faith that this time is much better that the last time, I believed that I am more mature this time and life changes and it is worth taking this chance and I again I loved and cried a lot and tried to survive but this time I felt I won’t be getting along and I don’t want to get over mountains but I did and faster than I thought I could, life goes on days and months. As I’m a human being and couldn’t live without love I missed the days I saw rainbows in rain and enjoyed the beauty of nature I went back giving myself another chance but this time I was surprised that the mirror that I use to look at is broken in to very small peaces I tired gathering them but it cut my figures and I could see blood all around my hands and it suddenly spread to my neck and face holding me back. I could see myself very blue and hopeless I lost the free gift from GOD which called (faith) and believed that it is a miracle if I did gather my small peaces again and enjoyed the fever of love but it is only 1% and I won’t give it a chance it’s not worth it this time since the small peaces of the mirror is hard to go back. I looked up with a blue smile and said that is what love means to me would you want me to pour you some tea and there was a very long silence till one of my friends said I would love too drink some tea

It was Amazing time of me

Thanks Ahmed

Don't Fall In Love

2010-05-28T10:42:00.001-07:00

Have you ever fallen in love,
but knew they did not care?
Have you ever felt like crying,
but knew you'd get no where?

Have you ever watched them walk away,
not wanting them to go?
And whispered "I love you" softly.....
not wanting them to know,
you cried all night in misery
and almost went insane.

There's nothing in this world
that causes so much pain.
If I could choose between love and death,
I think id rather die.

Love is fun but hurts to much
and the price you pay is high.
So I say don't fall in love
you'll be hurt before its through
you see my friend I ought a know
I've fallen in love like you!

Ahmed H

TO THE WOMAN IN MY LIFE

2010-05-28T10:33:00.000-07:00

I love you so much, it will last forever

Everyday my love for you grows,

You get nearer and nearer To the centre

Of my heart, where no one has ever been

You open me up, so my love can be seen.

One day soon I hope you will see

How much you really do mean to me.

I love you so deeply and passionately

So One day soon I hope you will know.

Love like this only comes once in a lifetime

And my love for you is so strong,

I hope you'll be mine Forever and a day,

Forever and always I am in love with you

Now and for eternity, always.

You make me feel happy when you are around

My head starts to spin and my feet leave the ground

I float on the clouds and fly like a dove

Just because I feel surrounded by that little word 'love'.

From the moment I saw you, I knew it was true

The pounding of my heart told me what I already

Knew, that you were someone special,

I could feel it in my heart, from the moment

I met you; I didn't want us to part.

So, you gorgeous woman, the love of my life

I have laid down my heart in the hope

You will see How much you really,

Really do mean to me for now,

For always, and for all eternity.

I LOVE YOU …….

Ahmed H

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد!

2010-05-24T00:10:00.000-07:00

نوشتیی دوستم علی ادیب

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد!

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد

در بال هایش

نامه های سرخ یاقوت آویزان بود

چشم هایش

بلورهای شفاف گریه های شقایق کشورم را به همراه داشت

که بر انتخاب بابای "بهسودی" اش

دشنام "تردید" می ریخت

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد

تصویر مرده ی کودکی را حمل می کرد

که "کرم های متعفن کوچی"

برمهتاب پیشانی اش

جشن "دوست محمد خانی" را

می رقصیدند

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد

چادر خون آلود دختری را بر سر داشت

که "استیج طبیعی دایمرداد"

نتوانست رقص "گلناری" او را

تحمل کند

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد

"سلسله بالی" عروس بهسودی را بگردن داشت

که "احمد رشید"

در ویلای طالبانی اش

بر بازوی مایکروفون "بی بی سی" آویخته بود

تا خود مدال استعمار را بر گردن آویزد

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد

انگشتر همت پیرمردی را به ناخن داشت

که در "حصه ی اول بهسود"

از آدم برایش به میراث مانده بود

حالا چی می دانست!؟

که "قابیل" آن را در نبود خودش

سالها پیش

به عبدالرحمن

نادر

ظاهر

بی هیچ چیزی فروخته است

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد

فریاد خشمگین دانشجویانی را در گلو داشت

که در انتخابات

خون شان را به پای "کرزی" ریختند

تا "دایمرداد و بهسود"

دیگر آسایشگاه تابستانی

"خر-یوزه های وحشی صحراهای مکران و ویرستان" نباشد

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد

از آتش خود نیز می شرمید

زیرا

آنچه مغاره های طبیعی "بهسود"

و شالی زارهای خسته ی "دایمرداد" را

خاک می کرد نیز٬

آتش بود

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد

تاریخ طلایی "شترهای یاغیی" را نقل می کرد

که بی هیچ جنایتی

در اوج جاهلیت

آب و نان می خوردند

امروز وقتی آفتاب بالا می آمد

پیامی داشت

برای تبعید شده گان "یمگان دره"

که خون "دموکراسی"

در عصر "آدم گرایی"

بر شما حلال باد!

من امروز با صدای گریه آفتاب بیدار شدم

که پیوسته فریاد می زد:

این "تراژدی تلخ تاریخ"

تا مرگ هیلیوم

همچنان پایدار ادامه دارد!

(علی ادیب٬ اسلو - ناروی)

you are a part of my life

2010-05-21T21:53:00.001-07:00

and everything took a turn for the better.
Your warm eyes, your laugh,
the sincere way you speak,
and the kindness you showed me,
all became a part of my life.

As you unfolded yourself to me,
I discovered more and more beauty.
I have never seen so much
gentleness in one person.
Without even knowing it,
you were slowly making a place
for yourself in my heart.

It used to seem so hard at times
to feel so close in a relationship.
But it’s so easy to feel close to you.
I can’t tell you how nice that feels.
I realize now that I had never known
what it meant to be loved
until I was loved by you.

Ahmed!

Love you Niece!!! Love you Zhala jan

2010-05-19T04:54:00.000-07:00

My niece, My love,
The one I adore,
I love her so much more,
Someone to play with,
Someone to cheer up,
I watch over her through good times and rough,
She makes me happy,
She makes me smile,
She makes me want to stay with her for a while.
I know I cant stay I must go, Zhala
Its so hard, to let her go,
Even though its for a short time,
I count the days till' I see her again,
My niece, My love Zhala jan
The one I adore!

Ahmed

آتی مره سودانکو

2010-05-19T03:37:00.000-07:00

آتی مره سودانکو آدم خوسودایی نیه
ده زورمره شیرنی نکو دوخترخوميتایی نیه
دوروزی دنیاتیرموشه دوخترخوره گله نکیو
.آبی شیری چیزکارکنم آدم مثلی مایی نیه
اولندنی ره چیزکنم کلویه ازآتی مه او
...خودون شوموبوکشید مره دمخو ده گدایی نیه
. بیلی شوم سربیری شوده دوختر نازنده شومو
.آردوی شموره خوش درم دلمه ده جدای نیه

THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND!

2010-05-10T10:48:00.001-07:00

This land is your land

This land is your land. This land is my land
From Kabul to the Herat Bastan;
From the Herat Bastan to the Mazar sharif
this land was made for you and me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
to the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
and all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
as the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there
and on the sign it said "I love this land."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
by the relief office I seen my people;
as they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me,
as I go walking that freedom highway;
nobody living can ever make me turn back
this land was made for you and me.

Ahmed

IF I EVER GO TO WAR MOM PLEASE DON'T CRY

2010-05-10T09:51:00.000-07:00

If I ever go to war...
If I ever go to war Mom, Please don’t be afraid.
There are some things I must do, to keep the promise that I made.
I’m sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you’ll cry tears,
But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear.
If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you’ll be strong.
But you won’t have to worry, because you taught me right from wrong.
You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly.
Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die.
If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say.
You’ve always had my back, and I know it’s my time to repay.
You’ll always be my daybreak, through all of life’s dark clouds,
Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I’ll make you proud.
If I ever go to war Sis, don’t you worry bout me,
I always looked out for you, but I can't do that anymore,
Cause I'm a big bro
I love you so much. G…..! And you know that, Your brothers a soldier now Sis,
So wipe your eyes, I'll be fine even if I die.
If I ever go to war my Friends, We’ll never be apart,
Though we may not meet again, I’ll hold you in my heart.
Remember all the times we had, Don’t let your memories cease,
your friend is a Soldier now, Dear Friend, And I’ll die to bring you peace.

By Ahmed

LOVE

2010-03-21T08:27:00.000-07:00

Love

Love is for those who care
hate is for those who hate
friends are those who will be there till the end
parents are those to say never be late
You said you loved me because you cared
but at the same time you said you hated me
as long as your there i will never leave
Why do u make me mad?
Make me sad?
Make me cry?

Make me wanna die?
You say u love me
then u play games with my heart
and eventually tear it all
you said u would always love me

I thought it was true
but all it was u being you
I will always love you no matter what
this may be true
even though u always turns me blue.

Ahmed

Spring Season

2010-03-20T02:26:00.000-07:00

May the Spring Season fill your heart
with love and joy today
to bring you peace and comfort
in every beautiful way?

May the thoughts of Spring
Glow warmly in your heart
where memories of the past
Ever play an important part.

May a spring day be extra special
with the beauty of blossoms of snow,
May the sunshine make them attractive
And bring a festive glow.

May the warmth of the spring air,
the songbirds and colorful flowers
fill the day with cheerfulness
and many happy and rewarding hours?

May those you love surround you
to share your glorious day,
May the memories of the Spring Season,
Linger in your life to forever stay

Ahmed

Spring

2010-03-20T02:23:00.000-07:00

Spring, spring, spring so near
Spring, spring, spring we hear

the season of spring
weather seems to sing
lovely lovely days
are coming our ways

the season of spring
blooming blossoming
of nature of all kind
let roots unbind

the season of spring
birds unfold their wings
diving high into sky
wish one could fly

the season of spring
careful hearts love sting
reaching out towards others
some persons might bother

the season of spring
nice sound bells ring
new wave new style
faces have on a smile

the season of spring
an new awakening
busy humanity on earth
as if it’s a new birth

listen listen to my words
the season of spring is near
now a look into your lovely eyes
and one can see spring is already here

By Ahmed

What Hopes mean ?

2010-03-20T02:22:00.000-07:00

What hopes means
Hope is candle in the night
Hope is the beam of light that shines in the darkness
Hope is nothing if you don't believe
I hope that you will shine, as the brightest star

what I hope for is that hope itself is not lost.
When I have nothing left to believe in
Hope gives me the courage to old on
Hope comes when there is no way in sight.

I hope some day you feel my pain
I hope
we can be like this forever
I hope
we can hold hands each other

Ahmed

Hope

2010-03-20T02:18:00.000-07:00

Hope is a dream in the mind of what can come
Hope gives you a future whatever has passed whatever done
Hope is a light that breaks through the darkness that us surround
Hope helps us find our way through to safer loving ground
Hope fights for you when things get so very tough
Hope means keeping going when you have had enough
Hope though dims on times stays through your sorrow
Hope brings you through by dreaming of tomorrow
Hope tries to console you when your eyes glisten with tears
Hope gives you something to keep going whatever your fears
Hope is free beautiful may fade but never dies
Hope is always there even if its light seems dim on times

By Ahmed

Silly Valentine

2010-02-14T09:39:00.000-08:00

It’s Valentine’s day,
And it’s really quite silly;
My feelings are switching around
Willy-nilly.
I’m happy, SO happy!
Then I’m feeling SO sad;
I’m gloomy, I’m joyful
Oh man, this is bad!
My body is clammy,
Then I’m in a deep sweat;
Sometimes I’m giddy,
Sometimes I fret.
I’m looking for comfort food
Deep in the frig;
Often I think
I could jump off a bridge.
What is the reason
for all the above?
It’s Valentine’s Day,
And I’m SO in love!

By Ahmed

BROKEN DREAMS

2010-02-12T20:55:00.000-08:00

I love you more than life itself
But I’m afraid to love.
My heart is like the fragile wings
of a tiny little dove.

I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll love me for a little while
then you'll set me free again.

I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
for it belongs to you.

I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
there’s a worn and beaten track.

You've got my heart held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.

I know that somewhere in your heart
there is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make you see.

I can only hope that someday
you’ll wake up and you'll find,
that while my heart belongs to yours,
yours, too, belongs to mine.

By Ahmed!

غروب غرب داستانی سفر به غرب

2010-02-07T08:57:00.000-08:00

دقیق روز سوم مارچ سال 2007 میلادی بود که خاک وطن دیگه ما را از خود راند و مثل هزاران هم وطن خود مهاجرو با کلمه غربت آشنا شدم .

بعد از ما ها شهر به شهر دروازه به دروازه بلا خره تصمیم براین شد که دیگر بودنم در افغانستان بیهوده است و فقط مثل یک بشکه شدم که خالی و پر میشوم و روز به روز افسردگی ام بیشتر و دور بر ام همه با نیشخند های زننده خود به من لعنت می فرستاد.

هزاران بار آروزو کردم که کاش پدرم به جای اینکه مرا به مکتب روان میکرد شاگرد مستری خانه می شاند که حد اقل امروز میتوانم لقمه نان بخورم و میتوانستم که با ماشین های دیگران تا سری چهار راه شهر بروم و بگویم غیر از نام که پدرم و مادرم برایم انتخاب کرده بودند نام دیگری هم داشته مثل مستری ، خلیفه و این نوع اسم ها که معمولا برای مستری و تکنیک کار موتر استفاده می شد اما بد بختانه نداشتم فقط همان چند سالی بود که عمرم را تباه کرده بودم رفته بودم مکتب و فامیل ام افتخار اش بر این بود که من مکتب میروم اما از سرنوشتم معلوم نبود

سال 2006 از مکتب فارغ شدم روزی فراغت را همه جشن میگرفت خنده میکرد من گریان بودم که چطور بتوانم از امتحان کانگور دانشکاه بگذرم که بد بختانه بعد از سپری نمودن امتحان نمره خوبی هم گرفته نتوانستم .

تا وقتی در مکتب بودم پیش فامیل اعتبار داشتم اما بعد ازامتحان و نتیجه کانکور حس میکردم که دیگر امیدی که فامیل از من داشت به نا امیدی تبدیل شده جز این دیگر کاری ندارم در جستجوی کاری باشم تا بتوانم پولی برای مخارج روز مره خانواده پیدا کنم

بلاخره تصمیم براین شد که باید راهی اروپا بشوم این سفر برایم آسان نبود هزاران مسولیت را در دوش گرفتم

برگشت که بد ترین این ها بود خیلی هراس داشتم که خدای ناخواسته برگشت بیخورم و پولی و مصارف که کردم چطور بتوانم دو باره پیدا کنم حاضر بودم که بیمرم ولی برگشت نخورم .

سفرم روز یک شنبه 22 جون سال 2007 فقط با کوچکترین وسایل که غیر از دو جوره لباس تنم نبود آغاز شد .

روز شنبه رفتم پهلوی دوستم که غیر از اون کسی دیگر خبر نداشت که میروم اسمش احمد بود در یکی از شرکت های انترنیتی کار میکرد رفتم خدا حافظی کردم در طی 8 ساعت روز که از ساعت 12 روز شنبه آغاز شده فقط جز فامیل و همین دوست و چند تا دوست دیگر خدا حافظی کاری دیگر نتواستم .

همسفرم کسی بود که برادر های هر دوی ما همسایه دوکان بود من و اون همیشه به چشم همسایه ها مفت خور بودیم اما شاد و بی خیال هیچ به اندازه خوشی ما برای ما گران نبود من و او نه یک دوست بلکه یک برادر بودیم .

روز یک شنبه 22 جون شهر پر غبار کابل را به سوی جلال آباد به مقصد پشاور پاکستان ترک کردم از بین دره های که همه اش جز خاطره برایم مانده رد شده و تنها من و دوستم هزاره بودیم بقیه اوغان بود خبر نداشتم که پشتون پیش از بر آمدن آفتاب موسیقی گوش نمی کند و حتی اگر اشتباه نشود حرف هم نمیزند چون من و دوستم گرفته به نظر میرسیدیم از موتر وان تضاضا کردیم که تیب موتر اگر جور است روشن کن اما با زبان پشتو برای گفت که وطندار آفتاب تا حال سری کوه نرسیده متعجب شدم خوب نمی توانستم که جدی بگیرم حرف نزدیم فقط من ودوست ام با هم آن هم با صدای بسیار اهسته حرف میزدیم که داشتیم پلان بعد از این را نقشه کشی میکردیم از مرز افغانستان با هم عبور کردیم با کمی رشوه که از دوستم پولیس ها گرفته بود

از دوستم احمد پرسیده بودم که از پشاور چطور میتوانیم تا کویطه برویم برایم راهنمای کرده بود

اتوبوس ما بسوی کویطه حدود ساعت یک روز در حرکت شد اخرین چوکی بود که در آن هوای گرم اتوبوس ما نشسته بودیم هوا خیلی گرم بود من هر دقیقه غش میکردم دوستم حوصله میکرد و می گفت بعد از این خوب میشه فقط یک الی دوساعت حوصله کن بالاخره داخل اتوبوس با دور برم حرف زدم آدم پرحرفی هستم از حرف زدن با دیگران خوشم می آید همیشه حرف میزنم خاطره میگویم شکایت میکنم ، تشکری میکنم از این و از آن بعضی اوقات خودم از حرف زدنم پشیمان می شوم اما این اخلاقم است فقط و فقط همین زبان را دارم که تا هنوز هم مثل سالمندان حرف میزنم

دوستان زیادی پیدا کردم آن ها هم از کابل آمده بودند آنها هم مثل من آواره می شد 5 نفر بود دوستان خوبی بود راه را که یک شبانه روز بود با سخن تمام کردم قصه گرم بود همه گوش کرده بودند فقط من و یکی از این پنچ حرف میزد دوستم هم بعضی اوقات مرا هم کاری میکرد بچه های دوستداشتنی بود مسیر ما یک مسیر بود .

وقتی بعد 27 ساعت داخل هوای گرم اتوبوس به کویطه پیاده شدم با کمک یک وطندار راهنمائ شدیم به طرف هوتل رفتیم سرای نمک ، سرای نمک از هر جا که تیر میشدم بخاطر اینکه با پتلون و پیراهن بودم زوار خطابم میکرد و سوال میکر د که از ایران آمده ام ؟ اما جواب اش یا با اری یا با نه ختم میکردم .

یک هفته در کویطه بودم به دنبال قاچاق بر بودم با احمد دوست ام در تماس بودم که اگر بتواند مرا کمک کند ؟

کمک ام کرد راهنمائی میکرد با دوستان اش تلفن کرد که ما را ببر د پیش قاچاق بر اما قربان دامن آن زن مادری که از دوستان احمد دوست من بود ، ما را حدود ده دقیقه برد خانه قاچاق بر اما جواب رد گرفتیم از قاچاق بر باید یک هفته دیگه صبر میکردم ، که برای ما غیر ممکن بود شب ها از ترس داخل حوض آب بازی خواب میکردم من ترسو بودم

بلاخره با تلاش و جدیت در کار با قاچاق بر دیگری راهی ایران شدم فقط آروزو همین بود که ایران برسیم چون خیلی گرم بود ترس میخوردیم که گرسنه و تشنه بمیریم اما جدای از پنچ تا دوست که از پشاور آمده بودیم برایم سخت بود آنها اعتماد نداشت بالای قاچاق بر ی که ما همرایش میرفتیم بعداز آغوش کشی و بوسیدن دوست ها از هم جدا شدیم فقط من ماندم و برادر خوانده ام روز جمعه بود که در واپسین روز ساعت 5 بعد از ظهر بود که اتوبوس ما بسوی تفتان خاک پاکستان در حرکت شد شب در راه بودیم اول صبح بود که در تفتان رسیدیم روز همان جا ماندیم خیلی هوا گرم بود انقدر گرم بود که احساس میکردم داخل اتش هستم برایم خیلی سخت بود اما شب فرا رسید موتر تویوتا رسید و همه صدا کرد که باید برویم قاچاق بر آدم بی رحمی بود با لکدم زد اما جز صبر دیگه چیزی را به صلاح ندیدم .

فقط حدود بیست دقیقه با موتر رفتیم و پیاده شدیم مثل دزدان از این سنگ به آن سنگ میر فتیم برایم جالب بود جالب این بود که اولین بار بود که سفر میکردم و اولین سفر قاچاق خنده آور بودم روحیه شادی داشتم با دوستم خنده میکردم اما فحش ام میداد قاچاق بر در نصف رسیدیم که قاچاق بر گم شد دیدم که چند تا مسلح پیش آمد و گفت نفری 50 کلدار باید پرداخت کنیم خوب جز دادن پول دیگر راهی نداشتیم اگر نه با ندادن 50 کلدار شاید چندین مشت و لگد می خوردیم در حرکت از مرز ایران بود فکر کنم مثل آب خوردن تیر شدیم خوشحال شدم که بدست پولیس نه افتادم شب بود هوا تاریک داخل باغ رفتیم خیلی تشنه بودم فقط در آن تاریکی جز صدای سگی که در آن جا بود دیگر چیزی شنیده نمی شد قاچاق بر با گفتن اینکه که میروم برای تان نان و آب میاورم رفت و 6 ساعت برنگشت ، تشنگی دیگه حوصله ام را سر برده بود دیدم که صدای پای آمد آن صدای پای قاچاق بر بود رفتم آبی روانی بود من مثل اینکه سال ها بود که آب نخورده بودم حمله ور شدم بالای آب آنقدر اب خوردیم که حد نداشت راستی یادم مانده که مثل حیوانات با رو بالای آب خوابیده بودم داشتیم آب میخوریم دیگه همه مثل من بالای اب با رو خوابیده بود دلم به حال خودم و دیگران سوخت اما چاره چی ؟؟

بعداز کمی پیاده روی از پا ماندم وای وای این چی کاری بود که شد راه رفته نمی توانستم دعا میکردم که شاید پولیس بیاید و مارا بگیرد اما آن وقت دیگر گوش پولیس هم کربود با کمک دوستم رسیدم به جای که قرار بود موتر بیاید

موتر آمد آنجا خوب شد بخاطر اینکه که من شلوار و پیراهن به تنم بود من در سیت پیش روی نشتم و دیگران در بادی تیوتا خوابیده و ترپال هم رویش کشیده شده بود

درایور آدمی خوبی بود افغانستان خوب بلد داشت به گفته خودش که کارش قاچاق مواد مخدر بود قبلا ولی حالا زخمی است نمی تواند آن کار را بکند برایم شعر میخواند از افغانستان و خواندن میکرد دری حرف میزد من هم برایش درد دل میکردم اما با زبان شعری که در حافظه داشتم جالب بود از احمد ظاهر خیلی خوشش می امد همه اهنگ های احمد ظاهر را دکلمه میکرد من هم گوش میدادم رسیدم به جای گفت باید یک دود چرس بزنم که شب خواب نکردم این دیگر برایم جدید نبود این چیز ها را پیش بینی کرده بودم با پائین شدن ما ترپال باز شد واز زیر صدا میکرد میتوانید ترپال را بالا بزنید که یک نفس تازه بکشیم ترپال بالا زده شد همه بیرون آمدند و به من میگفت نوش جانت خرسند شدم که تشکر کردم از لطفی که موتروان در حق من کرده بود از دوستم معذرت خواهی کردم که او را تنها گذاشته بودم در زیر ترپال و خودم بالای ست نشسته بود دیگران چرس دود میکرد من و دوستم خیال بافی میکردیم حرف میزدیم در باره شب پیش میگفتیم و او خنده میگرد با صدای بلندش که داشت من هم از خنده او خنداور می شدم .

موتر دوباره به راه افتاد اما جایم را با دوستم تبدیل کردم بعد از کمی راه رسیدیم به خانه که مثل خوابگاه بود آن خانه تلویزیون داشت تلفن میشد دست رسی داشته باشیم اما در حقیقت زاهدان بود که محل اصول پولی قاچاق بر ان بود . با تلفن زدن تسکین می شدم دلم آرام میشد تسکین بخش من تا حال هم همان صدای تلفن است که میگوید قندم خوب هستی ؟؟ اون صدا جز صدای برادرم صدای دیگری نیست صدای او مثل مسکین بر همه درد هایم است .

اما با گذشت دو روز دو باره حرکت کردیم آنجا یادم نرود که حمام رفتن باید 1000 تومان پرداخت میکردیم آن هم با اب سرد بدون کدام وسایل خوب روزگاری بود که باید تحمل میکردیم .

this is the story of my Friend Mr,Shah Reza Nasrat

Deceased Father Abdul Ali Mazari

2010-02-06T02:19:00.001-08:00

We Can’t Believe You’re Gone

Father, our sadness knows no end;
We can’t believe you’re gone;
We’re grieving for you every day;
It’s hard to carry on.

You were always there to support and care,
When we needed a true friend,
How we’ll ever do without our Father,
We cannot comprehend.

You were our teacher and our guide,
Our Father, so good and strong;
Your example will sustain us now,
And last our whole lives long.

We’re trying to communicate;
We hope that you can hear;
Expressing what we feel for you,
Helps us feel you’re near.

Our memories of the times we had
help the pain to go away.
But Father, our lives won’t be the same;
we’ll miss you every day.

A part of us went with you;
You left a gap too big to fill;
You’re our father and our hero;
We love you and we always will.

By Ahmed

i hate you & i love you !

2010-02-05T00:51:00.000-08:00

I’m tearing in two
And I’m not sure what to do
My heart is screaming I love her
My mind saying I hate her
What do I do
I love her, but I hate her?
I love everything about her
I love how she smiles
I love how she can make me smile
I love how no matter what is going on.
I love how she will always be there

But all the same
I hate her
I hate everything she means for
I hate how she can make me smile
No matter how hard I try not to
I hate how she can make me cry
I hate how she can make me sad
I hate how she can make me feel
I hate how she looks at me with her eyes so kind
I hate how all of this makes me love her even more
I hate how I can’t hate her
Most of all I hate myself
I hate myself because
I can never hate you
Ahmed

Thank you for taking care of our own country!

2010-02-04T22:43:00.001-08:00

I'm proud to be an Afghan,
I give that thanks to you,

I'm proud to be an Afghan,
For the special things you do,

I'm proud to be an Afghan,
Because you fight for our own country with pride,

I'm proud to be an Afghan,
You guys ride a rough ride,

You deserve a lot of credit and should have a lot of pride,
Thank you for taking care of our own country and me,

GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!
May you stay safe and you will come home soon

By Ahmed

I HATE YOU !

2010-02-04T10:54:00.000-08:00

I hate you when you lie.
I hate you because you make me cry
I hate you even more because sometimes it seems like you don’t even try

I hate you when you forget
I hate you because the hurt you don’t regret
I hate you even more because you don’t see all the upset

I hate you when you cause me pain
I hate you because you use our love in vain
I hate you even more because you make me feel like I’m insane

And most of all I hate me, for still loving you

Ahmed

Landet der jeg ble født

2010-02-04T00:26:00.000-08:00

Har du vært ned til jaghori?

Der trærne er grønne og høye?

Dagene er lange og himmelen er høye,

men folk er det små.

Det er ingen jobber der, det er å spille alltid;

solen er søt i morn;

men tusen mørk ting spasertur på kvelden

i landet der jeg ble født.

Har du vært ned til jaghori?

Hvor fuglene gjorde glad våren?

Den papegøyer skrek fra honning-trær,

og Jays hoppet hakket.

Stange var veier av vann-fuglene

I det brune myrer, natt og morn;

Jeg visste veiene de hadde i sivet

I landet der jeg ble født.

Har du vært ned til jaghori?

Det var full av smilende damer:

De hadde flaxen hår, de var hvite og rettferdig,

men de aldri nådde tenårene.

Deres sko var små og sine drømmer var høye:

Vakre kjoler var slitt;

men dronningene alle kommet fra det stedet vi spilte,

i landet der jeg ble født.

Jeg vet at du har vært på jaghori.

Selv om jeg aldri så deg der;

Jeg vet at du har elsket alt jeg har elsket,

Blomstrende, søt, og rettferdige.

Har du vært jaghori?

Jeg vet at du har blitt

Vennligst till meg også hva du ser

I landet der jeg ble født.

Takk Ahmed

My Sister My Friend

2010-02-03T10:50:00.000-08:00

My Sister
My sister makes me happy
sometimes she makes me sad
but without her, I would be lonely.

My sister makes me laugh and is fun to be around
sometimes she can be annoying
But without her fun and laughter, life would be a bore.

My sister gives me joy like the sun
Sometimes she gives me anger like the rain
but without it, my days would be the same and the rain wouldn't wash away the pain.

My sister is my guided light,
sometimes that light flickers when we face the dark
but without her, what seems to be the worst, would become a nightmare.

My sister has the design of a creator, the mind of an Einstein
Sometimes her creative thinking overshadows my talents
But without it, my ideas would be as plain as water.

My sister has the voice of an adviser
sometimes her words make no sense to me
But without them, I wouldn't be able to understand life.

My sister has the hands of a warrior; the strength to fight any and everything
Sometimes she fights me
But without her tough love, I wouldn't understand right from wrong.

My sister is the lifeguard at poolside; she is there to save me from the raging waters when I am about to drown
Sometimes she saves me from the smallest I can defeat
But without her support, I wouldn't witness the heroine she is.

My sister is the reflection I get when I look in the mirror
Sometimes she annoys me when her image imamates what I do
But without it, I wouldn't be able to see what wonderful sister I'm made out to be.

My sister is my very best friend

but without a battle through our differences, we wouldn't be able to apologize and start over.

My sister's name is G…..
She is there when I need her and even when I don't
but without her, my life would be rock solid; with her, life is as sweet
Ahmed

Mother Heart this two kid's

2010-02-03T00:57:00.000-08:00

My children are very smart,
Both of them have a great big heart.

They both are growing up each and every day

In their own unique and special way.
Both of my children are filled with joy,
I love them dearly both my girl and boy.
When I am sad and have a bad day,
Both of my children know how to make my hurt go away.
I love my children more than words could ever say,
I am very greatful that they are alive each and every day.
They mean more to me than anyone will ever know,
When the children are not around me the days seem to go by so slow.
Everyday brings a brand new start,
After all my children are my heart.
I thank God each and every day,
That he sent two beautiful angels my way.

by Ahmed

My country My Land!

2010-02-03T00:34:00.001-08:00

Oh Afghan, oh bejeweled land
Oh, your soil is the wellspring of the arts

Far from you may the thoughts of evil be
May you remain lasting and eternal

Oh enemy, if you are of stone, I am of iron
May my life be sacrificed for my pure motherland

Your love is my calling
My thoughts are never far from you

In your cause, when do our lives have value?
May the land of our Afghan be eternal

The stones of your mountains are jewels and pearls
The soil of your valleys are better than gold

When could I rid my heart of your affection?
Tell me, what will I do without your affection?

As long as the turning of the earth and the cycling of the sky lasts
The light of the Divine will always guide us

Your love is my calling
My thoughts are never far from you

In your cause, when do our lives have value?
May the land of our afghan be eternal

afghan oh my green paradise
Bright is my fate because of you

If fire rains on my body
Other than your love I will not cherish in my heart

Your water, soil and love molded my clay
If your love leaves my heart it will become barren

Your love is my calling
My thoughts are never far from you

In your cause, when do our lives have value?
May the land of our afghan be eternal
Ahmed

How you really mean to me

2010-02-02T22:28:00.000-08:00

Sister i know you've been sad,
When i was mad
Sister i know you've been happy
When i knew you were faking a smile
Sister i know you've been glad
When i knew there was something wrong

I asked you if something was wrong
But you said no everything is fine
I asked you if you needed me
But you said no i have someone else
I asked you if you needed my help
But you said no I’ve got it

Sister i know i don't tell you everything
When everything went wrong
Sister you mean the world to me
When i really meant it
Sister you were there for me
When i needed you the most
Sister friends cant solve everything
When you were ready to ask me what was wrong

I know I’m not always there
But when i talk to you, you always tell me what i missed
I know I’m not happy that much anymore
But when am with you makes my day shine
I know I’m mad when you push me, slap me, hit me,
But I’ll never say i hate you
When I really truly do love you

Sister i really love you
Sister you know that’s true
Sister you mean the world to me
Sister just to let you know that am always here for you

so to let you know how you really mean to me
Ahmed

THE LAND WHERE I WAS BORN.

2010-02-02T21:17:00.000-08:00

HAVE you ever been down to jaghori?
Where the trees are green and tall?
The days are long and the heavens are high,
but the people there are small.
There is no work there; it is always play;
the sun is sweet in the morn;
but a thousand dark things walk at night
in the land where I was born.

Have you ever been down to jaghori?
Where the birds made happy spring?
The parrots screamed from the honey-trees,
and the jays hopped chattering.
Strange were the ways of the water-birds
In the brown swamps, night and morn;
I knew the roads they had in the reeds
In the land where I was born.

Have you ever been down to jaghori?
It was full of smiling queens:
They had flaxen hair, they were white and fair,
but they never reached their teens.
Their shoes were small and their dreams were tall:
Wonderful frocks were worn;
but the queens all strayed from the place we played,
in the land where I was born.

I know you have been to jaghori.
Though I never saw you there;
I know you have loved all things I have loved,
Flowery, sweet, and fair.
Have you ever been jaghori?
I know you have been
Please till me also what you see
In the land where I was born.

BY AHMED

It's In the Valleys I Grow

2010-02-02T11:33:00.000-08:00

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The Mountain tops are glorious
But it's in the valleys I grow!

Ahmed

Valentine's Day

2010-02-02T11:21:00.000-08:00

A day with many expectations.

A day that you are expected to show love.

A day with the expectation of receiving love.

A day when love is measured on how well you can afford things.

It is great to be appreciated and remembered on this day.

There are 364 other days that you may crave love and attention.

Who is supposed to love you and make you feel good inside all year long?

What kind of flower will bring you constant joy all year long?

What kind of chocolate will bring you constant joy all year long?

Who knows your needs the best?
Who cares about you the most?
Who can bring you joy all year long?

Do not search for the prince or princess out there.
Look in the mirror. It is YOU!

Have you cared about yourself today?
Have you gone within, to know yourself better today?
Have you told your inner child, I love you, today?

Happy Valentine's Day.

By Ahmed

WHO WILL CRY?

2010-02-02T11:05:00.000-08:00

If tonight I die,

Who will cry?

Strangers with their feigned interest,

While those I love have turned away.

And if my best isn't good enough,

What more can I give?

Go ahead--walk away.

Just leave me here alone.

And if tonight I die,

Who will cry?

All my strength is drained,

With nothing left to give.

Drowning in the depths of sorrow,

No tears left to cry.

A silent voice and distant eyes

that no one hears or sees.

And if tonight I die,

Who will cry?

By Ahmed

راه خیال

2008-08-29T21:24:00.000-07:00

دشنام شبت شاخه گلبرگ وجودم
آنشب که دیشب بود یگبار تو رفتی
در شربت شبو در عهد دلم او
آن فقر کجا بود اینبار تو رفتی
هر رنگ بنفش است دیوار خیالم
من تشنه چشمت ای یار تو رفتی
هر وقت اگر آیم در خانه هجران
من غلغله جوی بسیار تو رفتی
گر ماهی شوم من غرقم به یادت
سیرم ز زنده گی خونبار تو رفتی
ای دهکده مرگ بگذار بیگریم
این اصل لجن زار زینبار تو رفتی
تو قاصد ناهید بشنو نوایم
من شاپره شمع گام گار تو رفتی
در صبح روم من در کوه امید ها
آن آمید من نیست هر بار تو رفتی
پرسیدم از این سنگ جویدم از ان سنگ
آهو که مرا دید شاهکار تو رفتی
سرگردان حیران دیوانه و عاشق
گویم تو کجائی زینگار تو رفتی

گیسو

ندانستم چی بنویسم؟

2008-08-29T20:55:00.000-07:00

آز این آبر و از آن باران
آز آین پهلو آز آن هجران
آز آین خاک و آز آن باغبان
من آن حیران بیباکم
تبسم خانه مرگم
اگر سخت است...
همین دیوان بدبخت است
کجائی نقره دستم؟
پشت دیوار تنهائی؟
نزن انگشت به هر راهی
ولی ساکن؟
عاجز؟
به آهو گویمش زردم
به ُهد ُهد گویمش دردم
همانا خنده ها که رفت
ندانستم چی بنویسم
به سوی آسمان دیدم همه نالد ز غربتها
بسی مشکل!!
غریبم من؟
عالم دیوانگی دارم
تو آمروز...
شکستی روشنی روزم
تو بستی ساعتی سوزم
تو عشق لانه ام بودی
بیا!
قبرم کفن دوزم
هزاران نکته در چشمم
کاش!
مثل یاّس
نظاره کنی
روم آخیر کفن پوشم
ولی آخیر چی بنویسم؟

نویسنده...
گیسو.

The Lonely boy

2008-08-27T20:29:00.000-07:00

Dusty deserted sidewalks.

Barred doors with locks

Dustbins bursting with dirt

Greet the lonesome childin

a ragged shirt.

The end of but another day

Another mile off his torturous way

The world soundly sleeps

While he looks for a place

His head to keep.

Does no one care?

No-no there is no one to share

His pain and his sorrow

Are all his and a yet

Another sorry tomorrow!

No hands, no eyes

No legs no feet

Is there no one

to give him his daily meat?

“My strength, my shield is my God on high”

He then closes his eyes with a sigh

by Ahmed

About Jaghori

2008-08-13T03:28:00.000-07:00

Jaghori(also spell 'Jaghure' or 'Jaghori') is a major business center and one of the main districts of Ghazni province in Afghanistan. It is situated in the highlands of the central azarajat. region. The population was estimated at 192,216 in 2002, making it one of the most populous districts in Afghanistan.
Jaghori is home to the Hazaras; an ethnic group that constitutes 19%-25% of Afghanistan's population. They speak Hazaragi, a rural accent of Dari. The literacy rate, estimated at 30% for men and 10% for women, is among the highest in the country, and there is a noteworthy library of around 5000 books in the capital, Sange-e-Masha.
Sange-e-Masha is a small bazaar of mud and dust. The rest of the district comprises villages of different sizes all dependent on agriculture as the main source of income and food.
Jaghori's economy is overwhelmingly agriculture-based. Wheat is the main crop while nuts, apples, and grapes are also grown in significant amount. Cattles include cows, sheep, and goats. Transportation is a combination of vehicles and animals. The well-off use modern transportation.
In contrast to the rest of the country Jaghori has witnessed little destruction, although local militia and forces loyal to the warlords have destroyed the little infrastructure that existed.
In 2007 the general upsurge in violence in Afghanistan has spilled into Jaghori. Taliban militiamen from neighbouring districts have staged two attacks against district police posts and an attack on the family of the local police commander and warlord Bashi Habibullah. The Taliban has also issued warning night-letters to villagers in the district.
Jaghori has in recent years produced the largest number of students to qualify for a place in Kabul and other universities in Afghanistan, which some estimate to be in thousands. The new trend towards learning and education has come as a reaction against what people went through during the decades of factional, tribal, ethnic and religious conflicts.
Currently there are a number of High Schools, and hundreds of smaller primary and middle schools in the district but there are few signs of other infrastructure such as roads, electricity, water or gas.
Important bazaars are Sange-e-Masha, angori and ghojor.

Radio Jaghori Fact Sheet

2008-08-13T03:18:00.000-07:00

Radio Jaghori, An ice breaker for media coverage in Jaghori District and also covering some areas of Qarabagh District and part of Malistan District. Radio Jaghori is the first and the only local radio in Jaghori district based in Sang-e-Mash, established in 2004 covering the range of 220,000 populated areas with 150KW transmitter, band FM 90 KHz, from 7:00AM to 21:00PM broadcasting its programs. The initiative of radio establishment is to provide a democratic environment for promotion and development of local communities in regards to Education, Child focused Issues, Women empowerment, Promotion of Agriculture Methods, Information Communication Technology (ICT), Awareness for Health, Latest News, Entertainment and Business Marketing

Education: Since Taliban defeated, people in Jaghori are more concern for the better educational facilities and opportunities for boys and girls and Jaghori District has holding for past two years the credit for highest percentage of education ratio for male and female among entire Afghanistan’s Districts. Radio Jaghori is working more on encouraging and introducing the western and scientific system of education. Making awareness for benefits of women education and participation of women in daily activities and development.

Child

2008-08-05T04:09:00.000-07:00

ما اگر ز خاطر خدا نرفته ایم
.پس چرا به داد ما نمیرسد
.ما صدای گریه مان به آسمان رسید
.از خدا چرا صدا نمی رسد ؟

مادر

2008-08-05T04:03:00.000-07:00

مردی در مقابل گل فروشی ایستاده بود و می خواست دسته گلی برای مادرش که در شهر دیگری بود سفارش دهد تا برایش پست شود.
وقتی از گل فروشی خارج شد دختری را دید که روی جدول خیابان نشسته بود و هق هق گریه می کرد . مرد نزدیک دختر رفت و از او پرسید :دختر خوب ، چرا گریه می کنی ؟
دختر در حالی که گریه می کرد گفت: می خواستم برای مادرم یک شاخه گل بخرم ولی فقط 75 سنت دارم در حالی که گل رز 2 دلار می شود/ مرد لبخندی زد و گفت:با من بیا ، من برای تو یک شاخه گل رز قشنگ می خرم .
وقتی از گل فروشی خارج می شدند مرد به دختر گفت: مادرت کجاست ؟ می خوای برسونمت ؟ دختر دست مرد را گرفت و گفت : آنجا و به قبرستان آن طرف خیابان اشاره کرد .
مرد او را به قبرستان برد و دختر روی قبر تازه نشست و گل را آنجا گذاشت.
مرد دلش گرفت ، طاقت نیاورد، به گل فروشی برگشت، دسته گل را گرفت و 200 مایل رانندگی کرد تا خودش دسته گل را به مادرش بدهد.
یادت نره یک مادری دارید که همیشه با شما بوده و هست

Some Jokes

2008-07-02T04:12:00.000-07:00

there was a huge hearth quake in Pakistan, about one million killed, America sent soldiers to help and recover bodies, united nation sent lots of tent and blankets, europe sent lots of midicine and doctors, in here Britian did not want to left behind the others so Britain sent one million pakistani replacement back home.

Crying Baby

The young father was pushing the crying baby down the street with what appeared to be absolute calm and self-assurance.

People on the street could hear what he was saying as he passed.

"Take it easy, Nasrudin," he said. "Don't let it get you down, Nasrudin, you will soon be safe back home. Things will be all right, Nasrudin, if you just keep calm."

One motherly type woman waiting for a bus, heard and saw the young father and said to him, "I think you are wonderful the way you are taking care of the baby."

Then she leaned over to the baby and said, "Now, don't cry, Nasrudin, everything is going to be all right." "LADY," said the father, "YOU HAVE GOT IT ALL WRONG. HIS NAME IS TOMMY -- I AM NASRUDIN."

Perfect Girlfriend

I recently attended a meeting of the International Singles Club here in Silicon Valley. I met a Chinese woman who was a dentist.

She had perfect teeth, which started me thinking: All dentists from all cultures apparently have perfect teeth.

So, I am looking for a gynecologist for my next girlfriend

Get Me Another Lawyer

Defendant: Your Honor, I want you to appoint me another lawyer.

Judge: And why is that?

Defendant: Because the Public Defender isn't interested in my case.

Judge (to Public Defender): Do you have any comments on the defendant's motion?

Public Defender: I'm sorry, Your Honor. I wasn't listening.

Hazara children in traditional dress

2008-07-01T02:10:00.000-07:00

Biography: Dr Sima Samar

2008-07-01T00:52:00.001-07:00

Afghan physician Sima Samar (born 1957) was internationally recognized for her human rights activism, especially on behalf of Afghan women, when she was appointed one of five deputy prime ministers in Afghanistan's new government in December of 2001. The appointment as women's affairs minister was the most senior position ever held by a woman in her country, and Samar's outspoken advocacy of women's rights incurred the wrath of many of her conservative male counterparts and countrymen, cutting her political career short. Undaunted, Samarcontinued her lifelong crusade by chairing the Independent Afghanistan Human Rights Commission.

Samar was born in February of 1957, in Ghazani,Province Jaghori District of Afghanistan. Her father, Qadam Ali, was a civil servant and her mother, Khurshid, was the first of his two wives. One of eleven children and a member of Afghanistan's Hazara ethnic minority, Samar learned early on the meaning of sexual and racial inequality.

Hazara people

2008-07-01T00:17:00.000-07:00

The Hazāra are a Persian-speaking Asiatic people residing in the central region of Afghanistan and northwestern Pakistan. The Hazara are predominantly Shia Muslims and are the third largest ethnic group in Afghanistan. Hazaras can also be found in large numbers in neighboring Iran and Pakistan, primarily as refugees, and as Diaspora around the world. Their native homeland is referred to as Hazarajat.