Who do I talk with, when everyone is a liar, ,what is the future, when I do not even have a present,,what is there to hear, when all I hear are the cries of the bereaved ,, how much more is there to see when the world is on fire, , what is there to smell when the only thing I can smell is the smell of burning bodies,,,what do I touch when I’m insensitive to emotions, , why I should care, when no one cares about me ? But I’m sure I’m wrong here, because I know you care so much ,dear!……..من با چه کسی صحبت می کنم ، وقتی همه دروغگو هستند ، آینده چیست ، وقتی که من حتی حالتی ندارم ، آنچه برای شنیدن وجود دارد ، وقتی همه چیز را فریادهای داغدیدگان می شنوم ، چقدر بیشتر آنجاست که می بینم وقتی جهان در آتش است ، چه چیزی را می توان بویید وقتی تنها چیزی که من می توانم بوی آن را حس کنم بوی بدن های سوزان است ،، وقتی به احساسات بی حس می شوم ، چه چیزی را لمس می کنم ، چرا باید مراقبت کنم ، وقتی هیچ کس به من اهمیت نمی دهد؟ اما من مطمئنم که اینجا اشتباه می کنم ، زیرا می دانم که شما خیلی اهمیت می دهید عزیزم!
When will the lilies of the field grow green again? The soil is soaked with blood, causing them to wither and die! The newcomers have invaded and destroyed the land! Perhaps the lilies are afraid to even sprout for fear of being trampled by the boots of tyranny! Will the eagles once again soar happily across the blue sky, or will they look down in terror, afraid to land, only flapping their tired wings and trying relentlessly to stay aloft? Will we once again breathe the fresh air of freedom, or will it be until the plunderers of our beautiful country are destroyed? All of these things must become a reality, before we can truly live again, before we can eat again, before we can be free again! Where are you, God? Have you forsaken us? Please look down and have mercy on us and wash away this dust of oppression and set us free! Please hear the cries of your children. We are in pain. Heal us.
Does the author only talk about facts or stories, or does he have to write about unfulfilled desires or unquenchable emotions? In any case, expressing an inner voice is something that is pleasing at night, when you are together, all alone, cold, and hungry! Well, my Dearest, now that my Heart is empty without you, what should I do? Should I fill it with the Lifeforce of others, have another or several companions, or just stay Single until the last Breath, carrying your name, leaves my Body? The last Breath will not only carry your name, but will shout it out in Agony, painfully, wondering what will become of you, now that I am going! The days that we joyously expressed our innermost thoughts; I will keep to myself. I cannot share. They belong to me alone. Those are my Treasures! I do hope that you will truly find someone who deserves you, and will treat you as a Queen, who you really are . If not, my Acid tears will rain on him, burning him to Ashes. I have loved only you, and will continue to do so, even though I know this Union is impossible. But what good is a Heart if it cannot hold Love within? Sorry to say this, my Heart has a Hole, and the Love inside keeps leaking out. That is why I bother you for more to keep my Heart beating. Is that a tear? Now I have to leave you, Dear! My Time is near, they’re waiting for me over there, and even though I am so near, I still so much care, I will still revisit every year, in the form of Perfumed Air! ……In my early years, I possessed a naive outlook. While engaging with Christianity, I formed meaningful relationships with Hindu and Muslim friends, unaffected by interfaith differences. However, as I grew older, introspection led me to challenge established beliefs. I resolved to transcend blind religiosity, acknowledging the restrictive nature of each faith. Essentially, these divisions perpetuate oppression, compartmentalizing the world. A religion’s value is inextricably linked to its adherents, yet imposed boundaries restrict autonomy. This reality is profoundly absurd. Now, as a free-thinking individual, I observe the carnage resulting from religious conflicts. When will the world recognize this destructive legacy? …….Have you ever sat on the beach by yourself, awaiting the tide to come in and touch your feet? As you gaze across the horizon, there is not a person in sight,,a world without people. What are your thoughts? Do you feel lonely, sitting there by yourself, wishing someone else was beside you? Or do you enjoy the silence, the peace, the tranquility? Or are you there like a pebble, anxiously awaiting the tide to cover you up, hide your tears, and wash you away? So why do you wait, motionless like Time? …..As a single leaf is blown all over the place by the twirling wind, so am I by faceless people ..with nowhere to land…. whom to follow, I know not! So, I will follow my heart. ….A rose
is just another flower
, but you are its fragrance without which it will be merely just another flower overlooked and trampled by all. But you, its fragrance, gives it a name…The Rose! ……The insatiable quest for power drives the Beast to disregard humanity, leaving destruction in its wake, while masquerading as a human to manipulate others. It is crucial to recognize that those in power often prioritize self-interest and control, employing deceitful tactics to maintain their position, reflecting the unfortunate nature of the world
People have different reasons to hide themselves from META. Either they are afraid of showing themselves, or even being seen by others. Whatever the reason is , it is solely based on Insecurity! Are they afraid of facing Reality? That doesn’t go away, unless you plan to hide in Dreams! That is the Personality of those who hide, and is definitely not based on Attitude. Then there are some who are online, and then suddenly goes offline, because of the appearance of another person ! That is definitely extremely puerile ( Childish) . You must have the courage to mature, face people, defend yourselves, and think rationally. Some countries still have that attitude of Insecurity and Partiality embedded in them. That is who they are. I posted a comment to a public Afghanistan figure about what he posted. I have never had a Reply from him. Instead, someone else had to try to defend him. Consequently, his post should be modified to suit the Present, and the Presence of the Taliban who seem determined to send the Afghan Population back in Time to the Beginning of Time. That was a Time where Starvation caused People to become Cannibals. Illiteracy was one of the top leading Factors
. That is what the Taliban want….to keep people uneducated, so as to dominate them, with Fear.
Illiteracy and the Lack of Education are the key factors influencing the Behavior of Most, including the Taliban (with their limited Version of Humanity) , and the People for their Inability to express themselves, make rational judgment, and also their Inability to arrive at Informed decisions! So, I guess I shouldn’t blame someone who chooses to hide rather than face Reality, and also those who choose to defend their Friends, just because they are Friends, not realizing that this this is not Impartiality. However, I really appreciate the Efforts made by a few who remain, being Humans, still trying to withstand the Rising Tide. The Tsunami of a very bleak Future, a Harsh Present, and a Forgotten Past. For all practical purposes, Afghanistan has become, not the Promised Land, but the Land of the Abandoned! Politicians laugh…Taliban’s laugh. The people cry!……To those who in the graveyard lie , where no one looks but passes you by,, flowers hang dry, over you ,, but never worry, I am just like you,, the things that you did for them, now they are meaningless ten by ten,, but just wait and watch day by day, I will come near you and stay! …….You are my moonlight fire,,even though i have never seen your face, the light shone across you and i caught a glimpse of brown eyes, slim shape, and long silky brown hair! Yes, i have that memory engraved in my heart, but sometimes, i do wonder whether it was all a dream because it seems too good to be real, my midnight fire!
I am the One! When you are down and out, there is always someone who will help, who will support you, who will make you smile and laugh again. I will be your sunshine in the day, and your moonlight at nights. I will help you find your way, and, in the flower that is in your hair, I will be its fragrance! So, I am the one!……….I greet the darkness with alacrity, and an ardent fervor , like lovers greeting each other, because then no one can see my anguished countenance , nor read my emotions, nor see the tears of despair and loneliness streaming down my already swollen cheeks;;;;now the darkness and i have become soul mates moving in unison, forever pushing forward leaving all burnt bridges behind and forgotten, overcoming insurmountable odds,, neither fearful of no one nor anything except the devilish daylight (when we will just dissipate like snowflakes on a warm summer’s day and also the inevitable bad weather!……… We are in different places, under the same sky, when we look at each other, we see our reflection in each other’s eyes
, we all bleed, we all cry, no one’s suffering is greater than another person’s suffering, so stop throwing stones at each other!……….What is there to eat, when there is no food for us, except for the Taliban: what is there to taste, when our Tongues have no Saliva; what is there to hear except the Voices of the Taliban telling us to be silent, but the Children still cry; what is there to see except Guns and the Suffering of the Oppressed; what is there to touch, except the Blood and Tears of the Innocent; what is there to smell except the sweat of the Oppressors who treat us with Inhumanity; what is there to talk about when we have no Tongues? Is this a Dream or is it
