https://www.kabulpress.org/ [en]Kabul Press? is a critical, independent, multilingual platform publishing uncensored, creative journalism in Hazaragi, Dari, Persian, and English. It amplifies underrepresented voices, challenges dominant narratives, and defends human rights and democracy, with a focus on the Hazara genocide and the struggles of stateless nations.[fa]کابل پرس رسانه ای آزاد و انتقادی است که بدون سانسور به زبان های هزاره گی، دری و پارسی منتشر می شود. کابل پرس با چالش روایت های غالب، صداهای سرکوب شده را برجسته کرده و با دفاع از حقوق بشر و دموکراسی، بر نسل کشی هزاره و رنج ملت های بدون دولت تمرکز می کند.[/multi] fa SPIP - www.spip.net https://mail.kabulpress.org/local/cache-vignettes/L144xH41/siteon0-0acbd.png?1769345167 https://www.kabulpress.org/ 41 144 https://mail.kabulpress.org/article240062.html https://mail.kabulpress.org/article240062.html 2017-07-13T05:38:49Z text/html en Lee Kuei-shien, Taiwan <p>The snow falling on Afghanistan's land <br class='autobr' /> covers over dirty bloods. <br class='autobr' /> The land explodes to cracking wounds. <br class='autobr' /> The sky has not wept for quite a long time <br class='autobr' /> even Allah has none of a single sigh. <br class='autobr' /> Then, let us go to fly a kit <br class='autobr' /> taking off this sad land <br class='autobr' /> up to heaven. <br class='autobr' /> In Taipei <br class='autobr' /> we even have not a little bit of sky <br class='autobr' /> and can only fly within our mind. <br class='autobr' /> 2011.03.26 <br class='autobr' /> Photo taken by poet Kamran Mir Hazar</p> - <a href="https://mail.kabulpress.org/rubrique102.html" rel="directory">World Poetry</a> <img src='https://mail.kabulpress.org/local/cache-vignettes/L150xH100/arton240062-fa327.jpg?1769379720' class='spip_logo spip_logo_right' width='150' height='100' alt="" /> <div class='rss_texte'><p>The snow falling on Afghanistan's land<br class='autobr' /> covers over dirty bloods.<br class='autobr' /> The land explodes to cracking wounds.<br class='autobr' /> The sky has not wept for quite a long time<br class='autobr' /> even Allah has none of a single sigh.<br class='autobr' /> Then, let us go to fly a kit<br class='autobr' /> taking off this sad land<br class='autobr' /> up to heaven.<br class='autobr' /> In Taipei<br class='autobr' /> we even have not a little bit of sky<br class='autobr' /> and can only fly within our mind.</p> <p>2011.03.26</p> <p><i>Photo taken by poet <a href="https://www.kabulpress.org/auteur452.html" class="spip_out" rel="external">Kamran Mir Hazar</a></i></p></div>