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  Turkish dictator, Media in Turkey, USA and Pakistan, Dustom, Mohaqiq, Ata and Rabbani

  23 July, by Atiq Shahid
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  So-called country Afghanistan is a big graveyard; the question of partition arises!

  18 July

  So-called country Afghanistan is still one of the biggest graveyards in the world. UNAMA latest report says over five thousandths of civilians were killed and injured since January 2017. Pashtun armed groups such as the Taliban, Daesh and Kuchi-Taliban are mostly responsible for the attacks, and many officials support them based on their common ethnic affiliation.
  While there is no any hope in so-called country Afghanistan, the question of partition arises: Why should we live together (...)

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  House without shadow, a poem

  17 July, by Claudio Archubi, Argentina

  This is the house of zero and never, of the saddest excuses. Long is the trip as the wind hits the broken windows, as in an English movie. Long is the journey and our thoughts that grow from one room to another, as late flowers, swaying in the winter. In the first room he´s not. In the second room she´s not. The third room was always reserved for us.
  He said:
  My mother gave me a flower that melts.
  (Do not throw water, throw dirt.)
  It´s a dried flower that lives in the shadows, (...)

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  RESÍGARO

  15 July, by Teresa Orbegoso, Peru

  Oh, innocent Resígaro! Who am I? I am perhaps the shadow of Caral who’s come to embrace you. Or maybe the cold soul of Arana who’s come to ask for your forgiveness from the Putumayo. I know my hands are made of dust and my belly’s dry as the bones of my ancestors. I know there was a chronicler who told us lies about us. I know creoles, priests, viceroys and presidents urinated over what we were. I know a so-called Republic consumed us to the point of oblivion. But here I am now pierced by all (...)

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  Afghanistan’s Sky

  13 July, by Lee Kuei-shien, Taiwan

  The snow falling on Afghanistan’s land
  covers over dirty bloods.
  The land explodes to cracking wounds.
  The sky has not wept for quite a long time
  even Allah has none of a single sigh.
  Then, let us go to fly a kit
  taking off this sad land
  up to heaven.
  In Taipei
  we even have not a little bit of sky
  and can only fly within our mind.
  2011.03.26
  Photo taken by poet Kamran Mir (...)