
That would be my paradise.
I wish I had wings to fly there and stay just for few seconds,
see my Grandma, and hold her hands tight.

That would be my paradise.
I wish I had wings to fly there and stay just for few seconds,
see my Grandma, and hold her hands tight.

On Wednesday, September 21, 2011, everywhere around the world Peace Day was celebrated.
In my country our former President Rabbani was killed in a suicide attack.

Everyone was afraid and expected war would start in a couple of days. The offices and shops would close; no one would be able to leave their homes. People were trying to buy enough food to feed their families for one month.

We feel the hardness of a life of poverty.
God gives us strength, so we are worthy of this month
I wish it were Ramadan all the year!

It was early morning Monday, the second of May 2011
And it was the fifth day of UN White City.
I was off from work
And in a deep sleep
When I heard my brother’s voice calling my name.
I was not answering him.

When she is home, I feel I have everyone with me.
But now that she’s far away,
I feel no one around me.

When I leave home at morning for my office,
I ask myself, Will I come back alive
to my home this evening? Or not?

Today as I look at you / I recall our memories together: / Your love for me, so touching, / Your care for me, so kind, / Your encouragement of me, so loving.

In the city, candidates’ photos are everywhere. The city looks different from any other time. Some photos looked good, some not. Some photos were colored over by people not liking them.

Today, again, I am alone / Lost with my memories / I sit in my office chair / Drink a glass of coffee / Listen to soft music…
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