And it was Midnight.

Being plunged into the harsh river of love and affairs, she hadn’t awareness of the when and where. The soft wind coming through the windows of the room, her body was zonked and her soul was stoned by, as it was a hyper itself.
She as getting deeper into that fairness river and passing pleasant moments, while inside her vein a coolness was going up and down, was sweltering in high… And that was a dreamy feeling. 

“…And It was almost midnight. the moon was shining through the trees’s leaves and her pale colored face under the dim light of the room was flushed, having been there, in that room, with that one and on that night…”

☆ what is ‘Rawza, Rawza khani’ in English? Any equivalent? 

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Rain

There are people who enjoy walking around, while it is raining.
Especially, in Kabul city. getting out of the house you would face few people in the streets, much of them are young people, wearing rainy coats, hand in hand with their friends or loved one.
They enjoy walking, as there are no other people in the streets to be bothered by. Those who are often in the streets of Kabul city, waiting for a gf-bf to bother. But in the rainy days, the bothering people are more lazy to get out of the house.
Today, it is raining, started by early morning and seems completely lovely. I am outside, walking along the street of western Kabul, listening to music, and enjoying of this cool weather in the late spring. The place where I am typing, there are few people, four pairs of gf-bf and two others, who seems likely to be students or lover or I don’t know…
They enjoy of these moments, there are no people who used to make joke of people like us. I think they are in their homes, tired of this raining. But we, the people who are tired of other days, now are enjoying.
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Let The Love Ring.

After the collapse of the Taliban regime, Afghanistan’s people gradually start to celebrate many events, Valentine is one of those.
I remember the first time I heard the word “valentine” from TV, bought by my father shortly after the US Jets started to fly over my country’s sky.I was in my village on that time Then I came to kabul.
In kabul, When valentine gets closer, I noticed that The stores begin to import the Valentine’s Day stuffs, like jewelry which is made especially for Valentine. The restaurants, especially in kabul city and many other Afghanistan’s big cities like Mazar-e-Sharif, start to offer services for youth, coming to celebrate their day.
Celebrating the events like international women’s day (8th March) day, human rights day (10th, December) and Valentine’s Day (14th February) are those international events or days which are chosen to be celebrated among Afghanistan’s people -specifically youths.
Today (the time of writing this article) is the February, 4th 2016 and it is Valentine’s Day. In Kabul city, actually this time the celebration of the Valentine’s Day was started yesterday, especially in the social networks like Facebook which is more common among Afghanistan’s young generation. Users were posting photos, indicating the Love, Valentine’s Day and togetherness.
Today, when I walk out of the house, I was seeing the sign of Valentine’s Day (celebration) through the streets, alleys and other places. The florist’s (s) were designed with Valentine gifts, cards ànd flowers as there were people who were walking around to choose a gift for their beloved. Some were boys and some other were girls, I like to say that boys were alone in the flower shop as girls were with their girlfriends…
These all were the positive side and (normal) points of Valentine’s Day celebration in my city, kabul and generally Afghanistan.
Now let’s take a look at the barriers, standing in the way of celebration of Valentine’s Day.
Afghans have their own practices, traditions and culture. In Afghanistan, after almost one and half decades since the collapse of the Taliban regime, still there are violence against women, traditions which are avoiding to celebrate events which is related to the West or celebrated by. Still there are practices which do not allow the girls to choose their own way of living and their life partner. Still there are cultural rules and regulations, avoiding the girls to go outside. And there are people who believe that the Valentine’s Day is for the Christians, and west.
A few days ago, before the celebration of valentine gets started on Facebook, there were and still are, people who condemned the celebration and those who  celebrate the valentine.
Today, when I was outside, I saw many people who were not happy with the valentine. I was talking with a person who believed that the Valentine’s Day is being used by west, to weaken the faith of Muslim’s youths and mainly to weaken the Islamic culture, rules, regulations and root. I said to him that there are many couple who celebrate the event and they believe that the valentine is a day to strengthen their relationship and enjoy their togetherness. But he responded to me more harshly, he said “valentine is west’s tool to  distract the Muslim’s attention from their own beliefs, cultures and practices to the west’s and Christian’s. Those youths, girls and boys who celebrate the valentine are not real Muslim. And the couple who celebrate the day, are not Muslim”. I asked him why by celebrating the valentine, youths become unreal Muslim and couples are fully considered as unbelievers?. He said “the couple are bigger than youth people, and they should not be weak in their faith, instead of this, they should persuade youths not to be weaken, against west’s cultural invasion”.
I am happy we both were just the passengers of the car, carrying us to our destinations, and having the road without its heavy traffic was another goodness.
Now you tell me, is the state of being happy, dangerous for human beings? Is The Being in love with someone is dreadful for the society or any culture? Do you know a person who was lover or beloved, performed suicide attack or exploded the city and drowned the children and innocent people into their red blood? After many years, have you figured out that the (root) or even a single Islamic rule got damaged or demolished by celebration of Valentine’s Day?  NO!                                  Everything is demolished by those who claim that they are real Muslim, suicide bombers are those who believe by performing the attack they will get the heaven’s key, those who are against the Valentine’s Day, are those who are against humanity and human rights. If they get power, they will not allow to celebrate the international women’s day, also. they will not allow us to vote, because they believe that democracy is also west’s tool, like Valentine.  
Never mind!…
My dear friends!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
To Those who are in love…
To those who aren’t but believe that the Valentine’s Day and the celebration of other events like this, are the only tools to make the world a better place. No war, no violence and no those rules and regulations which are the main cause of demolitions and unhappiness.
live your life lovely, enjoy your moments of togetherness and let the love express your life story.
Let the love ring.

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“It’s winter” Says A Cracked Photo Frame.

  • The Spicy scent, a few candles and a cracked photo frame under a weak light. the temperature of the room seems sweltering though it’s winter.
    The weather seems strange, some days are rainy some times stormy and some others are quite wintery.
    But he doesn’t have any reason to breakdown the seasons, specify the days or think of himself that who he is or where he lives…
    He remember that once upon a time…
    Years ago, when it was one…
    Then he remembers that it was fall… “one of those lovely falls, which its scenes were fantasized by God himself in the heaven, its smell is made from the odour of the petals of roses; planted by the hands of teen angel who used to dream about her love, who’s coming riding a white Horse, with a guitar in his hand, playing lovely music in the night of making love in The Holy Land”.
    “Never mind” he says to himself.
    He laughes to the himself, that still can think about the falls, Lovely.
    “It was never mine”. The angel’s dream, and the feeling that makes him think of falls as a lovely season was not his.
    Actually it was her who came as an angel and it was fall when she came.
    “They were all the same” he thinks.
    Before her coming all of the seasons were the same, no (fall), no fantasy, no angel, no dream, no sweetheart no lover and no love.
    Every things were the same;
    There was real life running, there was happiness in the seconds and joy in the days. “Aliveness on life” he says to himself.
    She came and everything got changed, the falls become lovely, the nights become fantasized, the seconds become years and the aliveness went away…
    Things become different, as the days become night and the nights become rainy while the moonshine and raindrops were illuminating the scenes of making love in The Holy Land’s sky. The raindrop which is connecting the glory of the sky with the desires of the flower’s petals. … she became the sky, love became raindrops and he…
    “Never mind man” he continued as he was remembering the past.
    Now it’s winter, there is no fall to dream about, no day to become night no night to become rainy, no raindrop… And no angel.
    The angel herself is gone, the dryness made the petals pale and faded…
    “It’s winter” he added.
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The Sun and the pavem…

It was spring, every step of the pavement was colored by the light of the sun, coming through the leaves of the flowers. Maybe rose…
There were shades, creating the picture of happiness and love. the shades were created by the trees which were planted years ago, by the hands of those who believed in themselves.
But now it’s winter, everything is iced by the freezing weather of the city; even the hearts. There is no feeling about the rainy days of the week, and no reason to walk on that pavement, because this kind of people do not have the sense and the power to believe in that picture and to think of it as a line which is connecting to hearts, two steps, two shadows of two person, two seconds of being together and finally two single breath of a tired person, to survive in a city which its people are afraid of walking through the alleys of the love, kindness and happiness; people like hhh…
Maybe they take a step with you, but their hearts are not with them, their feelings are touching nothing belong to that pavement, even they are not able to see. they can not see those shadows and they are unable to look forward and farther, to understand and to respect the sun providing light crossing through that flowers and finally creating that picture as it is a reminiscence of our past, when everything was like that picture.
When everything was real, when there were honesty and presence of the true feelings, on which you trust.

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Today's sunset

Today’s sunset. January 30 2016

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The #moon_is_shining

alley, the longest in the city. Kind of  alleys that people are afraid of walking through them.
Night…The night before the moon get completed, in the winter of a tired year,  which its ground is; colored by the blood of a girl, a sister, a loved one and finally a human being by the name of Maryam.
Oh sorry, these days Maryam…
And there is no rain, no snow and even no cloud. People are reasoning, even though they know there is no reason behind this scenario.
Arrived at the end of that allay, he just realized that the allay goes no where.
HH…
A dead end.
The moon is shining, even though there is no felling about, he doesn’t believe in the shining of the moon anymore.
Why?
Well maybe once upon a time, it was such night, and it was the moon; shining when he saw the shiny face of his real moon.

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☆This allay is located close to my room And photos have been taken yesterday.
The moon belongs to the last night.

Rain and rain

How beautiful it is when you walk out of the house and face with a nice weather.
You see the results of a rainy night.
And it gives you a cool feeling with a super energy to walk and walk…
You will never get tired of this walking because of breathing fresh air freely.
just put your head-phone in your ears,  play your lovely music and start to walk.
This is called living life in a city which you never ever breathed fresh air.

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These are photos I have taken for those who are lazy to go outside in a rainy day.
Enjoy it guys 😉