Dear Afghanistan,
As the days passed and the sounds of gun shots got worse you were still alive,
You have held your head high,
NOT LOW,
You’ve been like the stars in the sky for me and
I miss the sounds of the cars beeping and the smell of the sticky jalebi in the streets.
Even though people think wrong about you,
I will always know you as my country,
I know everything was hard for you,
But don’t forget the real you,
I miss the sounds of the people walking and the
sound of butchers sharpening their knives and
the smell of the kebabs cooking in the streets.
I am sorry I left you,
But what could I do,
I still love the taste of your food,
And your incredible naan, and
I still miss you.
Love, Parniyan
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