A brilliant explosive day ahead..
With unlimited possibilities..
Here i walk on the land full of mines..
Surrounded by breathing bombs..
and sweating bullets..
in the chambers of iron and steel,
death patiently waits to strike..
and i make my living,
i survive in the war zone…
I the Son of Pashtun (Afghan) ..
the Owner of Pashtunkhwa (Afghanistan) ..
Author ~ Samin Jan
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