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Like An Arrow

Mahdi Hashemi Ghazni, Afghanistan, aufgewachsen in Iran It took a month: the trip That wasn’t a trip at all, But ...

Traces

Yasser Niksada Panshir, Afghanistan, raised in Iran Be next to me and seeWhat has happened to me.It is over, the ...

Berlin

Mansour Hamidi Kunduz, Afghanistan   Berlin means freedom. Freedom to go out alone without fear. I can do what I ...

Shattered

Nasima Haidari Kabul, Afghanistan   I was in the kitchen. Do you remember? You flung the towel. You shattered the ...

About Longing for God

Hamed Mirzaie Kunduz, Afghanistan   Faith is something that all people have within them Some people see religion as something ...

Buildings of the Future

Zahra Sharifi Ghazni, Afghanistan   Every building was once a simple sketch. So do not be deceived. Your Now need ...

Headscarf

Sarah Safi Kapisa, Afghanistan   I thought you could fulfil your wishes in Germany No barriers would be put in ...

Letter to a Girl Friend

Sarah Safi Kapisa, Afghanistan   Greetings, dear friend, Many days have passed since we poured out our hearts to each ...

With Fear in my Heart

Muska Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   On the day I came to Germany, no one helped me I did not know ...

A Piece of White Cloth

Muska Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   It makes no difference Which country she grew up in Which God she believes in ...

Responsibility

Jamal Abasi Herat, Afghanistan   Teachers can bear great responsibility With a few words they can shape you to be ...

On the nature of freedom

Jamal Abasi Herat, Afghanistan   Freedom is a fine word For which much has been sacrificed And which can harbour ...

For the children of my homeland

Elyas Balkhi Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan   Early in the morning, I go to school. Children play in the park, they have ...

River of tears

Elyas Balkhi Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan   Water can have many meanings Water can take many forms Waves of the sea Bend ...

Without You

Shahzamir Hataki Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan Living my life here without youIs difficult, father.I am thirsty for your tears.And to cry here ...

Women

Samiullah Rasouli Ghazni, Afghanistan   When I say women, I mean real women, Those with eyebrows, real noses, and shoulders. ...

Only You

Mahdi Hashemi Ghazni, Afghanistan, raised in Iran We now see timesIn which you are there,And only you. You love and ...

Mother

Kahel Kaschmiri Ghazni, Afghanistan If only you were here, I would kiss your feet. I would bow before you And ...

Hopeless

Ghani Ataei Herat, Afghanistan They killed in the village before my eyes. Four days I could not speak. Four days ...

Tomorrow

Ali Ahmade Bamyan, Afghanistan Be calm, you say to me. Reminding me that you are still there. What will be ...

Love

Samiullah Rasouli Ghazni, Afghanistan If you love me for my beauty,Then love me not.Love instead the sun and its rays. ...

High and Madness

Shahzamir Hataki Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan Love is a high and madnessAnd strange to the world,She sits there always, from dusk until ...

My Last Summer in Afghanistan

Kahel Kaschmiri Ghazni, Afghanistan was hot; the rays of the sun burned so much that I could barely work. But ...

Compassion on the Back of a Fly

Sadat Pana Sayed Kunduz, Afghanistan   In arrogance, humans are destined to fail, Because God does not love arrogant people. ...

What I don’t miss about Afghanistan

Somayeh Hasanzadeh Herat, Afghanistan   What I don’t miss about Afghanistan: The danger on the streets. In the evening, from ...

Is It a Crime to Be an Afghan?

Robina Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   Is it a crime, to have been born in Afghanistan? Why do I ask? Because ...

Alone

Robina Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   Alone in a room Alone in the dark Alone and without my family, I learned ...

Violence and Pride

Robina Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   Do I not have the right to choose my partner? What makes an Afghan woman ...

Herr Friedrich, King of the Immigration Office

Robina Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   Since I came to Germany I have met warm-hearted and malicious people. Well-wishers supported me ...