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 Then 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 Read more at www.awwproject.org

 

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