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My friends and I decided to go for shopping in downtown. The weather was warm, but cloudy. It was my third time going to Mall of NH, and we three were new in the area. My friend Khine just came to the U.S two weeks ago, but she is smart, and her smart phone makes everything a lot easier.<br />
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People do not recognize my nationality at all without asking. Sometimes, it surprises people when I tell them that I am from Afghanistan. My two other Afghans friends look somehow like Indian and Arabic girls, but Afghan easily recognize them. I look more like Thailandi girls and Philippines.<br />
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We took the city bus, went to the mall, but I needed to buy some dishes to use in my dormitory. It was about 10 minutes walk to the grocery store, but the rain made it more longer because I needed on sidewalks. When I arrived to the main road, there was no one walking around, but many cars. Some played loud music, some were honking their car's horn repetitively and some were waiting patiently, but some...<br />
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Hey babe, do you need a ride? A guy with long strange beard<br />
Hey babe, do you need a ride? A guy with curly hair, listening to a loud music<br />
Hey babe, do you need a ride? A guy with blond hair<br />
Hey babe, do you need a ride? A guy with a heavy accent<br />
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It was a sentence that I heard over and over from different people in that 10 minutes walk. Once I felt that I was walking on a crowded street in Kabul, but no, it was South Willow Street in NH. </div>
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Recently, I had a discussion with an Arabic guy. He kept telling me that he is a pure Muslim because he is from Saudi Arabia and Islam was born there. I didn't want to argue, but I had some questions for him. I asked the follow questions:<br />
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1: Do you why Islam was born in Middle East? "No". He said.<br />
2: Why do you think that you are a pure Muslim? "Well, because Muhammad was an Arab from middle East, and also Mecca is there". He said.<br />
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I was not surprised by his answers because this is what Most Arabs think. I do not blame them either because of their lack of knowledge about Islam and humanity. Islam was born in Arab countries because the ignorance was ruling there, women were being buried alive and because of many other crimes which were common between them. Islam was born there to teach them the humanity lessons, and awake their intellect, but everything occurred oppositely. By spreading Islam in other countries, Arabs institutionalized its culture not Islam or Allah's message that's why Muslims are still lost and do not know what to do.<br />
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Today, Muslims locked Allah inside Kaba, and do whatever they want by the name of Islam and Allah. Some of these Arab Muslims believe that that being close to Kaba makes them closer to Allah, and the problem starts from here when you take out Allah from your heart and lock him in Mecca, or search for him in the skies. This is when you keep a distance between you and your God.<br />
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Don't talk to your God only 5 times a day where you go for praying, <i>Namaz</i>. Talk to him all the time, no matter where you are, where you stand. Your heart is a Mecca, you do not to turn your face toward Mecca to pray, put your hand on your heart and talk to your God. Don't take your hands up to sky to pray talk to Allah, but on your heart. Purity comes from you not from where you are belong to. Allah/God is always with you even if you are not with her/him.<br />
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I just wanted to share my experience and tell this that there is no pure and impure Muslim, but the one who has her/his God in her/his heart not high in the sky or inside four walls of Kaaba. The religions were born to teach you the humanity, love, honesty, kindness and make you aware of all the differences in order to learn and know about each other. </div>
pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-36282973380367216002014-01-05T22:21:00.001-08:002014-05-08T23:30:38.887-07:00From Street Harassments in Kabul to Quiet Streets of Manchester, NH<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My friends and I went to take some pictures in front of Qasre Darul Aman, but whenever I wanted to take a picture of the castle, a boy-child was appearing. Those were street children who were trained to harass women. At the last moment that we wanted to take the final picture, a police man showed up. It was one of those bad days of mine. <br />
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Each of them wanted to gift us a flower, even the youngest one who seemed like 6. They memorized an English sentence "I love you". It is so sad how these children grow up.<br />
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<b>We even don't know</b><br />
<b>How many uninvited guest did we host?</b><br />
<b>Thousands?</b><br />
<b>Millions?</b><br />
<b>Billions?</b><br />
<b>They were uncountable </b><br />
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<b>By the time</b><br />
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<b>Shared our homes</b><br />
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<b>Now</b><br />
<b>This is an essential moment</b><br />
<b>We, hosts are about to catch our goals</b><br />
<b>Only some helps are needed</b><br />
<b>Or a small push</b><br />
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<b>These uninvited guest are leaving us</b><br />
<b>They say:</b><br />
<b>Their mission is done and</b><br />
<b>There is no more reason to stay</b><br />
<b>But, what mission? </b><br />
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<b>Remember!</b><br />
<b>We are used to this desertion</b><br />
<b>Disloyalty </b><br />
<b>Everyone came to this house for a reason</b><br />
<b>And left without a reason</b><br />
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<b>That's the way the world works</b><br />
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اما هالوین هیچگاه از بین نرفت. اگر آنروز هالوین با وحشت و ترس از برگشت مرده ها تجلیل میشد، امروزه به یک تفریح مبدل شده و مردم مخصوصاً اطفال از تجلیل هالوین لذت میبرند. اطفال دوست دارند لباس مخصوص هالوین بر بپوشند و صورت وماسکهای وحشتناک برایشان درست کنند. امروز مردم بجای چراغ از کدو استفاده میکنند و در هر کدو یک شمع میگذارند و به آنرا به شکل وحشتناک تزئین میکنند. اگر در روزهای نزدیک به هالوین به مغازه ها بروید، هشاید به بسیار مشکل بتوانید یک کذو خریداری کنید. خانده های که مزرعه دارند، خود کدو میکارند مخصوص هالوین. </div>
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ولی بعدها دانستم که طالبان نماینده و فرستاده شده خداوند نبود، امروز خدایم را هیچگاهی خشمگین نمیبینم. شاید در اطرافم کسانی اند که مرا از خشم خداوند قهار میترسانند، شاید سونامی، زلزله و طوفان را خشم خداوند میدانند اما من هیچگاهی از اینگونه خشم خداوند به اندازه چهرۀ وحشتناک یک طالب نمیترسم. یک بکس کست های هندی و یک کست پلیر نقرۀ داشتیم که دیگر رنگش را به دلیل پنهان کردن در جاهای نمناک از دست داده و سیاه شده بود. دوستان و همسن و سال دو خواهر بزرگترم هر روز به خانه ما می آمدند و خواهرانم با ترس و هراس زیاد موسیقی را روشن میکردند و همه تا غروب آفتاب به آهنگهای هنرمندان افغانی و هندی گوش میدادیم. جمعه ها تمام کست ها و کست پلیر را در خانه مخروبه که در نزدیک خانه ما قرار داشت، چپنهان میکردیم تا </div>
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A sentence which makes me hopeful is being positive. I hear this sentence from my mother, teacher and friends who always work for a change. Some times, I think, the Taliban/radical Muslims will never stop killing innocent people or violence against women will never be finished in my traditional society but, I tried to be positive that, yes, Taliban will be defeated by those Afghans who have had the worst experience from Taliban regime and also humanity has worth for them. The women will get their freedom and rights, they will break the silence and raise their voice to end the injustice and violence against them.<br />
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These days, I see the braveness of Afghan armies who fight with Taliban tirelessly to protect their people and motherland. Afghan women have found the courage to defend themselves and be themselves that I have seen many arguments and discussions between women and men everywhere, in the bus, on the street, offices and universities which make me hopeful for a different bright future. </div>
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Let's be positive for a bright future that women and men can only think about improvement of Afghanistan and help each other to make it happen. Let's start form now, change ourselves to positive and hopeful Afghans who will be the pioneers to remove the wrong traditions from Afghanistan and respect each other as humans!<br />
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</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-89264264743404395532012-05-12T22:32:00.003-07:002012-05-12T22:32:48.719-07:00Lullaby<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You were my green world<br />You took my hands and taught me to stand <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><br />Exhorted me to find my way, myself.</div>
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You patient smile was there while<br />Everywhere there was war, <wbr></wbr>everyone was fighting,<br />Even nature was harsh,<br />The sky grimy and dark,<br />The grasses burned.<br />But I was far away from <wbr></wbr>bombing and shooting<br />In your safe embrace<br />As your lullaby faded the darkness.</div>
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I remember the days when we walked in our garden;<br />Your advice still clear in my mind:</div>
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<em>People are unmerciful,</em><br /><em>But you should be kind.</em><br /><em>The world is a mystery,</em><br /><em>But you should be an explorer. </em></div>
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God created you with special <wbr></wbr>beauty<br />Now I will have a chance to make you happy<br />And see you smile.</div>
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</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-10968460975089936682012-04-19T09:59:00.001-07:002012-04-19T10:00:33.832-07:00I’m not Seyah-Sar (Black Head) !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In my society the women are humiliated in various ways;<i> </i>one
of them is<i> “Seyah-Sar” </i>which means <i>black head </i>in English. Those male
and some of female who are using this phrase, they think women are
feeble-minded and don’t have the same value as men. The people are using this
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When I go to the bus station, I hear that the conductor of
bus shouts and tell to the bus driver: <i>Stop the bus because here is
seyah-sar. </i>By hearing this sentence, I stop my walking and prefer to don’t
go by that bus, and then I hear that he is cussing me. But I walk back to the
street and trying to ignore their words. Then I wait for some more minutes and
thinking about <i>seyah-sar’s </i>phrase which hurt me a lot. </div>
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Whenever I go to the bank to take money, the person who is
cashier, suggests to a man and says; can you change your turn with this <i>seyah-sar
please? </i>He accepts but usually becomes so angry. I get so disappointed but
I can do nothing. I can’t change the bank as easily as I can change buses. I take
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Sometimes I’m thinking about this phrase (seyah-sar) a lot,
and why men should humiliate a woman by this phrase. I’m asking myself <span class="hps">why, in my society, being a woman</span><span class="shorttext"> </span><span class="hps">should be a crime</span><span class="shorttext">? Always, Lots of
questions swarm in my mind, but no one can give me acceptable answers and no
one can convince me by their answers. Sometimes, when I’m thinking a lot, my
mind stops working and then, I prefer to help my mother instead of thinking
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<span class="shorttext">I dislike those men who call women
seyah-sar. Their mother, sisters and their daughters are women too. They don’t even
know the worth of their mother who trained them, taught them the way of living
and took care of them for a long, long time. I know that fighting against these
humiliations will take a long time but the women should be united and work hard
for a bright tomorrow. Women can take care of each other and feel each other’s
problems. They, together can cross the long road in a short time. </span></div>
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<span class="shorttext">By---Kamilah </span></div>
</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-87255865717412560132012-04-19T09:00:00.000-07:002012-04-19T09:01:21.084-07:00من سیاه سر نیستم!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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است که بیشتر مردان آنرا برای خورد ساختن و تحقیر نمودن یک زن استفاده میکنند. آنانیکه
که این کلمه/عبارت را استفاده میکنند، زن را موجود شوم و حقیر میدانند و یا هم به
این باوراند که زنان ناقص العقل اند. متأسفانه مردانیکه تحصیل کرده اند و سواد
آموخته اند آنان هم به این باوراند. در اینجا هیچ تفاوت میان باسواد و بیسواد دیده
نمیشود. به همین دلیل بیشتر زنان هم کلماتی تحقیر آمیزی را علیه همدیگر استفاده
میکنند، چون آنان از مردانیکه سالها برآنان سلطه دشته آموخته اند و این کلمه در
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آهسته، آهسته که سیاسر اس. در جایم میایستم، و با خود میگویم، من که سیاه سر
نیستم. از رفتن توسط آن منصرف میشوم. درآن هنگام صدای موتروان و کلینر هردو را
میشنوم که دشنامم میدهند و مسخره ام میکنند. اما من بی تفاوت از کنار آن بس میگذرم
و منتظر بس دیگر میمانم. روزهای را به یاد دارم که به مدت 20 دقیقه منتظر بس در
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مردی میخواهد تا نوبتش را به من دهد، و به وی میگوید که "بیچاره سیاه سر اس،
بان که زود خلاص شوه." ولی آنجا جائی بحث و گفتگو نیست، ناچار پولهایم را
گرفته و از بانک با هزار فکر آشفته خارج میشوم. در طول راه به کلمه سیاه سر بسیار
فکر میکنم و از خودم میپرسم، چرا در جامعه که من زندگی میکنم زن بودن یک جرم است؟</span></div>
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سیاه سر صدایم میکنند و یا آزارم میدهند، درگیر میشوم و لی جز کلماتی بی معنی و
مضحک چیزی دیگری نمیشنوم. بعضی مواقع نا امید
میشوم و فکر میکنم که مردان همه چنین اند که حتی بوی انسانیت هم از آنها فرار
نموده است. چون خیلی کم برایم اتفاق افتاده که مردی را با اوصاف انسانی دیده باشم.
وقتی وارد کوچه مان میشوم، پسران جوانی را میبینم که در سایه های خانه ها تکیه
داده و مصروف کشیدن سگرت و ردو بدل سخنهای ناپسند هستند، سرم را پائین گرفته و از
پیش آنان میگذرم و حرفهایشان را ناشنیده میگیرم. اما واقعاً برایم جای تاسف است که
مردم در مقابل هرگونه بی نظمی آنان ساکت بوده و خودرا کور جلوه میدهند، اما به
دخترانی که با هزار زحمت خانواده هایشان را قانع میکنند تا اجازه تحصیل گیرند را
دشنام میدهند و از هیچگونه بی ادبی در مقابل آنان دریغ نمیکنند.</span></div>
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همان اندازه قوت میگیرم تا دهانی را که امروز با سخنان بد گشوده میشود را با
تلاشهای خود و زنان دیگر برای همیش ببندم. اما پیام من برای زنان این است تا باهم
متحد شوند و دست به دست هم داده در مقابل هر نوع بی عدالتی و ظلم مانند کوهی
بایستاند، آنگاه هیچ ظالم توان مقابله به آنان را نخواهند داشت. زنان میتوانند به
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Today, I joined a protest, which was a great movement of Afghan women against injustice. I found my self between a group of brave and peaceful women. Their slogan was justice. The justice which depend to an especial group of people (men) not those who are peaceful or quiet. But the women are tired, tired of injustice and violence. The women raised up their voices to bring justice, to decrease violence. <br />
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Why violence against women?</div>
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Why injustice?</div>
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Why self-immolation?</div>
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<br />We all needed answers for these questions. The government must responds us.</div>
By Kamilah Ataee<br />
</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-51096133751625069042012-04-13T05:44:00.001-07:002012-04-13T09:33:57.293-07:00من سیاه سر نیستم!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A sentence which hurts me a lot!<br />
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By: Kamilah</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-25184819214799076282012-04-06T07:34:00.004-07:002012-04-06T07:34:55.630-07:00Easter Sunday!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Celabrating Easter: 04/06/2012</div>
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اما چشم دل عالمیان کور است چون دیدن توانائیهای من چشم بینا میخواهد!
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I was here:<br />when you went to bring me food,<br />when you left home with your white sandals,<br />when they killed you only because of your sandals.<br />In this dark room, I am thinking why I am still here?<br />Why can I not go to the street and play with my brothers?<br />Why every time I ride a bicycle secretly, I fall down because of my long dress?<br />Why must I wash my brothers’ clothes while they go to school?<br />Why does my father ask me to hide myself, my body,<br />but calls my brothers lions and their bodies golden?<br />
But once, I was happy.<br />I am a golden bird, who wants a chance to fly for my dear mom.<br />I was an angel for her when I was in her arms.<br />When I saw the worry in her eyes I asked myself why?<br />They took my dear mom from me<br />And now I can’t look in her eyes and see myself.<br />Without you where should I go to sit near someone?<br />Who will call me again “my dear” and clean my tears?<br />
Still, I am here in this dark room<br />But I promise you, my dear mom, I will not be in this darkness anymore.<br />I won’t let them take a mother from her daughter.<br />We are not letting them any more.<br />
By Masooma</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-39409232454815021712012-03-26T10:03:00.003-07:002012-03-27T11:00:51.536-07:00To my Mother!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Your relatives made you cry<br />
But they loughed at you.<br />
Your family made you cry<br />
But they left you.<br />
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Don't be upset<br />
Don't be angry!<br />
I will be with you,<br />
Every time, every where.<br />
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Just pray for your weak daughter<br />
Becaue your praying will be the strongest supporter of her<br />
she hopes to be a good doughter for you!<br />
Just trust her.....<br />
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By: Kamilah! </div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-63063435044894720082012-03-08T20:44:00.000-08:002012-03-27T11:06:41.269-07:00An Evening With Nelson Mandela!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">If I could spend an evening with someone in history, I would
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nelson Mandela is a politician who worked tirelessly for
getting the freedom of his people from the clutches of an evil system called
apartheid. He taught his people how to fight against injustice. He taught them not
to accept oppression and never be oppressed or lose hope. He was imprisoned
many times, but he continued his struggle and protests against his oppressors.
After a long and hard struggle he got the freedom of his countrymen and proved
that all people should have equal rights no matter what the colour of their skin
is and that there are no differences between them. He was a perfect example for
those who want freedom and justice in the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">If I could talk with Nelson Mandela, I would like to know
about his strengths, vision, his motivation and his successes and achievements
and I would ask him what gave him his remarkable courage. I really want to learn
about the key of his success. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I read about Nelson Mandela, I learn how to be a real inspiration
and fighter for our country, our rights and dignity and work honestly and
sincerely for our people. I learn to never accept oppression or injustice. Everyone
is able to battle against injustice and get her/his freedom and build a bright
future for her/his people. He was the politician who had the strongest positive
effect on me and someone who completely changed my thoughts. It was only then
that I decided to be an honest and inspiring leader for my people. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Writen by: Kamilah Ataee<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-6215007882849727352012-02-28T10:55:00.000-08:002012-02-28T10:55:32.556-08:00Quran Should be in Our Heart!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Some soldiers burned the Qoran,and, some Afghan people killed
their compatriot and others wounded themselves in expressing their anger
against these Americans. Thirty people were wounded and ten people were killed
in this protest. It means ten families
lost their breadwinners forever, and the breadwinners of thirty families cannot
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This reminds me of the Saffeyen War between Moaviye and Imam
Ali, peace be upon him. A Division of
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his assistant Amroas to find a solution that would make Ali, peace be upon him,
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Amroas said, “Go and ask your division to put the Qoran on
the top of their spears and tell Ali’s Division that The Qoran is something we
have in common. We follow the Qoran, so if you are Muslims, you must stop the war out
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But the army of Ali stopped the fighting as soon as they saw
Qorans on the top of the enemy spears. They returned to Ali and asked, “Can you
not see the Qorans? Why do not you accept their invitation to peace we do not
want to fight with them anymore. If you do not make peace with them, we will
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The division of Ali made peace with Moaviye’s Army. But who
is Ali that he introduces himself as a Qoran? Ali is a person who understands
the meaning of Qoran deeply. The Qoran
is just paper if we do not try to understand it. The Qoran must be in our souls
and minds not the pages of the Book.
Today I see the history of Islam being repeated. This is the reason for
our misery.<br />
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The Head of Big Boddha!</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-47917188598452220472012-02-23T05:21:00.000-08:002012-04-05T11:14:02.823-07:00The Biggest Deception:<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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about justice and freedom for its followers. It talks about kindness and love.
But when I read the Holy Quran and then compare it with the way some Muslims
act, I find the Quran’s commandments are not often reflected in their actions. Islam
focuses on peace, unity, humanity, kindness and justice. But many Muslims are betraying
themselves and others with their behaviour.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Allah says marriage must not be done with force or in ignorance. Yet Afghan
people often treat their daughters and sisters in many ways that go against
this Islamic rule. Unfortunately some Muslims believe one thing and do another.
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Afghan girls often get married at a young age, even at 10 years old, for a
variety of reasons. Sometimes the parents think if a young girl doesn’t marry,
it can bring shame to the family so they send their girls to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Khanaye bakht</i> - - or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Luckiness House</i> -<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>as they believe they should.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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believe when a girl gets married and leaves her father’s house, she goes to her
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Luckiness House</i>. Unfortunately, the
luckiness house, which is her husband’s family’s house, can become a hell for
the girl. She faces many new problems. For example, she may not know how to be
a good bride or how to behave with her in-laws or be a good mother. Then her
husband’s family might start to punish her physically and mentally. It is not
unheard of that a mother- in -law will put the girl in a dark room without food.
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<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">Sometimes a
husband will divorce the girl. This has very bad consequences. In some
villages, when a girl divorces she will be stoned. In other cases, a divorced
girl will stay in the home of her ex-husband’s family and work as servant until
she dies because the people of the village will treat her even worse if she
leaves the home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 5.0pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">Another deception takes place when families find themselves in a bad social
situation. For example they might have enemies or be impoverished. To solve the
problems they decide to marry off<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>their
girls, even if it is to men they don’t know or who are old enough to be the
daughter’s father or grandfather.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">The girl's parents assume she is happy and safe in the luckiness
house,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>when in fact, they forced her to
marry only to decrease the dangers and risks from their enemies. Now they no
longer have a young daughter to be kidnapped. She cannot tell them that she is
unhappy or in danger, because she has no choice but to be married. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">The families also will benefit from getting paid. They take <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Toyana</i> - money from the grooms before
the wedding - and additional payments for things like <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the weeklong wedding party, which <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>requires expensive clothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">Another deceptive practice is the way some parents of young girls marry
their daughters to foreign grooms. The parents trust a matchmaker to choose a
groom without knowing his background. The boy’s family makes promises and tells
many lies to convince the girl’s family that she will have a good life or continue
her education. The parents don’t listen to their daughter’s appeals; they force
her to accept a wedding with the matchmaker’s chosen man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">It’s a frightening time for the girl. She forgets her dreams and worries
about a dark future lying<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ahead. But her
relatives and family are happy thinking about how having a rich groom in the <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fmaily will improve their social situation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">These kinds
of marriages do not end well. Often girls are forced into running away and
disappearing, or commiting suicide. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">Sometimes a
girl will steal money to leave the house or find someone who promises to take
her to a safe place, but instead sells her to smugglers or a brothel. If this
happens, the bride’s family and the groom’s family will become enemies. This
leads to more problems. They might kidnap each other’s daughters, not as replacement
brides but as </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">bondwomen or prostitutes</span><span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">When this
happens, people think badly of the girl’s family and penalize them and
sometimes excommunicate them from society. People feel they can’t trust them
anymore. The family can do nothing; regrets have no meaning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">This kind of treatment of our daughters is not what
Islam teaches. Girls have the right to make decisions about their lives. But
many parents think that it’s their right to decide. And forced marriages, are <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">haram;</i> they are legal.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">Islam teaches <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>justice, freedom, fraternity, </span><span class="hps"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">alliance, kindness,</span></span><span style="color: #00000a; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;"> good behaviour and morality. It does not condone marriage
<a href="" name="_GoBack"></a>by force or ignorance. Marriage must be based on
kindness, agreement and love, the Holy Quran says. Muslims who treat girls and
women this way have attached the wrong meaning to Islam. When families get a
true Islamic education, abandon its harmful customs and respect all people,
then society will be ready to fix this, the biggest deception. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-NZ; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-NZ;">By <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kamilah<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kabul-Karte-Seh (02/03/2012)<br />
K.A</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-70681991072302558242012-02-02T07:32:00.000-08:002012-02-02T07:34:26.316-08:00Immigrant Afghan Students in Iran!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Everyone knows that during the Taliban regime education was banned for Afghan females and</div>
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limited for Afghan males. Since the Taliban, global attention has been concentrated on</div>
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education in Afghanistan. However, people have forgotten other students whose problems</div>
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have never been spoken about. I am a rare Afghan girl being one of the purposefully forgotten</div>
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students who was denied the ability to be a voice for my fellow Afghan students in Iran. I broke</div>
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an Afghan tradition of thousands of years and came to Afghanistan by myself to find my voice.<br />
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Every year the Iranian government made problems for Afghans registering at Iranian schools</div>
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at all levels, and the problems increased each year. For example, my family was required to pay</div>
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an amount of money that was not affordable for them into a government account and receive a</div>
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receipt because without that receipt I could not register at schools. Also I must endure a long</div>
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process in order to get registered at schools. This included filling out many different forms and</div>
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getting different signatures from governmental organizations that were located far away from</div>
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students' home towns. Getting signatures had its own difficulties like standing in long lines for</div>
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hours and facing the rude behavior of governmental clerks. Also, this process of the Afghan</div>
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students’ registration was started very late, and, as a result Afghan students like me registered</div>
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after fifteen days or one month into the school year. The most challenging problem was that I</div>
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did not know whether I could continue my education in the next year or not.</div>
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Discrimination continued for the Afghan students during the school year. I was not only</div>
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registered late, furthermore I was required to catch up with the class on my own, and the</div>
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Iranian teachers were not willing to help me. In my first year of high school, the government of</div>
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Iran prevented me from going to school for one month. After one month I could join the class,</div>
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but the math teacher did not accept any responsibility to help me, and then he asked me to get</div>
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out of his class. Like any other Afghan student, I was not allowed to take part in science clubs or</div>
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science competitions, nor could I choose my favorite major because of my Afghan nationality.</div>
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One of my brothers who was talented could not get admitted in to special schools for brilliant</div>
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students because Afghans were not accepted. Even our library cards mentioned our immigrant</div>
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status, and I could never understand what that policy was about.</div>
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Most of the Afghan students conceal their nationality among their Iranian friends because</div>
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they are afraid of their friends’ reaction. However I was the unusual Afghan girl because I have</div>
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never concealed my nationality.</div>
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For the reason of discrimination against Afghans I decided I must leave Iran.</div>
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After one year of discussion, I got permission from family to leave. My family believed that I</div>
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would be back soon, but I was sure I was not going back because there was no future for me in</div>
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Iran. Because the travel was by bus, I could only take what I could carry. On the other hand, I</div>
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wanted to take three things that were very important for me. The first one was my album that</div>
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has all my school year pictures. The photos remind me of the good things about those years.</div>
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The second one was my birthday postcard that my Iranian friend gave me. This was very</div>
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important to me to remember that all Iranian people are not against Afghans .And the third one</div>
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was my library card. It reminds me to never forget what Iranian government did to me and all</div>
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Afghans who were immigrants in Iran, to remember that I came to Afghanistan to find my voice</div>
to help all immigrant Afghans.</span><br />
Writen by: Narges Noori</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-61191175290689779472012-02-02T06:54:00.000-08:002012-02-02T07:02:33.513-08:00Golden Dreams!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Today
Afghan People are trying to move past a bad situation. Every day and everywhere
they have explosions, attacks, murder, self-immolation, violence, rape and many
kinds of crimes. Instead of finding any solution for that, many of Afghan
People prefer to leave Afghanistan and immigrate to other countries. They hope
to make a new life with lots of happiness for themselves and they just see
golden dreams about their lives, but their dreams don’t come true, except for
the few who have good luck. They think that when they leave our country, they
will open a new window in their lives which will change their lives completely
and bring happiness for them. So, every year from each house one or two persons
goes abroad for an unknown destination. </span><br />
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</span></span></span><span dir="LTR"></span><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Finding Money:</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Many
of Afghan people believe that if we leave Afghanistan we will find a better
life or wealth, because they are tired of all of the wars, and insecurity. They
accept every kind of risk and damages to leave Afghanistan even if they lose
their lives. Many of them sell their fields, gardens, farms and houses for
finding enough money. They don’t care that what will happen to their families
and don’t pay attention to their parents and family’s appeals. Some of them
work for three or four years for making money or borrow from wealthy people. </span><br />
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</span></span></span><span dir="LTR"></span><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Waiting for Passport:</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">When
they find enough money, at that time they go to Pakistan and they need
Pakistani passports, because with Pakistani passport they can only go to
Indonesia. So, for taking the passports they wait for a long time, sometimes
they wait for one year. At that time they use half of their money in Pakistan
for feeding themselves, passport and more money for smugglers. But, sometimes
some of them can’t get even a Pakistani Passport. Most of these people want to
go Australia and London because these two countries accept more Afghan
immigration. </span><br />
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</span></span></span><span dir="LTR"></span><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">An Uncertain Journey:</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Each
groups get prepared for an uncertain journey. They try to find the smartest and
most experienced smugglers who know about maps and every kind of danger. So
they start their trip with lots of worries and apprehensions. They actually
know how dangerous it is, but they accept it. But sometimes on the way they are
arrested by police and returned back to Afghanistan. Those who arrive there
(Indonesia), they stay some days in hiding places like destroyed houses or some
hotels. Then they try to find smugglers to help them and find a ship that they
can go by that until Australia and New Zealand. Finding smugglers is very
difficult and expensive. </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></span></span><span dir="LTR"></span><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Water Storm:</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">All
passengers want to start the trip early in the morning, before starting the
storms begin. When the ship is leaving the beach, all the passengers start
praying and they start their trip with lots of fear and apprehension. Each of
them are waiting to hear if the Captain will inform them that the ship got a
gap or crevice. It’s the worst news that frightens them a lot. After several
hours they understand that the ship got a crevice and the water is entering the
ship. It’s a tragedy scene for passengers that ends all of their dreams and
wishes. There are some lucky people who have life jackets; it’s the only thing
that gives them a little hope. So, they should pass the rest of the way, just
by swimming. After several hours the rescue ship comes and rescues those
who are alive and takes them to the immigration camp.</span><br />
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><u>M. Husain:</u> He is one of my relative who has many experiences while
he immigrated to Pakistan, Iran, Greece and Australia. He was the passenger of
a ship which got a gap during the trip. Fortunately he had a life jacket to
rescue himself. He said, “I swam more than 12 hours when the rescue ship
arrived and saved me. I was confused about where I was and where is this place?
I was very tired; I couldn’t even talk for some hours. Then I understood that I
was at the immigration camp. I stayed there for three months, at first I
thought that I would be accepted in Australia but, when the boards came, they
told me and my friends that we couldn’t live in Australia. When you don’t
respect your life, how can you respect our rules? Then they sent us back to
Afghanistan”. </span></i><br />
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</span></span></span><span dir="LTR"></span><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Living in the
Immigration Camp:</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">There
are different people from many countries with different behaviours and manners.
The people need to be more careful and take care of themselves. Sometimes they
are fighting because of a small problem and badly hurt each other. There are
some people who stayed in the camp for a long time, even for 10/12 years. Some
of the people got psychological problems during these long years. Just those
people who passed the interview are accepted in Australia. Many of them return
to Afghanistan because they can’t convince them that they have a bad situation
in Afghanistan. After all of these difficulties they have to accept this
humiliation too.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;">1.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">When
Afghan people are not accepted in foreign countries, it has a deep and negative
effect on them. Even it leads to self-immolation, hara-kiri and other crimes.
Sometimes they can be dangerous for people and society, because they lose their
hope and can’t find their way. I saw some people who were positive people
before, but the immigration made them negative members of society.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Sometimes it has a positive effect on them, because they
understand the benefit of their motherland and the worth of their society and
people. At that time they prefer to live in Afghanistan and make their lives
here.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">In conclusion</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">, I would like to say that our golden
dreams will come true when we stay and live and work in our motherland, even if
it’s not a developing or progressive country. The immigrants who passed the bad
situation, they understand that our motherland is our golden dream. I hope that
the people know the worth of their motherland and never try to leave it. Then
they won’t be humiliated. They are respected and valued in their own country. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Writen by: Kamilah Ataee</span><br />
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</div>pioneershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15054193547346026643noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695579575199549257.post-90748216293239418342012-01-29T08:58:00.000-08:002012-01-29T11:08:28.799-08:00?Where is The Peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Where is the peace,
which I've never
seen? </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Where is the peace, which is just in my
dreams?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Where is the peace, which I want to feel
it thoroughly by my heart?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Which is a wish for every child?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Perhaps, one day we will join together!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">We will start a happy life</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But it will be far away! </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Then I’ll have many things to say...!<br />
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Writen by: Kamilah Ataee </span></b></div>
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