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An Afghan woman’s memory of growing up

War, horror, and hate cannot always take away the good things in you memory.

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My Village

The sound of cocks wakes me up
The sun shines fresh.
Before washing my face
I water the plants
I go say good morning to the cows
And milk them.
I make the tea
I take my dirty clothes
To wash.
After that I relax
On the ground under the pear tree
And nap.
There is nothing new.
Tomorrow it is the same.

By Tabasom

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