Zarin Anzor
By Mohammad Zareen Anzoor , Translated by Jahan Zeb
Kabul had never ever witnessed such a cold winter. The snowfall didn?t seem to be slow down. The streets were giving the impression of being mountains of snow.
Kabul was clueless too. It always have been helpless whenever its children faced hardships as exactly as now. He couldnt do anything.
Snowing became heavier now.
People were more worried and nervous.The nervousness and panic of Kabul was mounting too. Kabuls complaint echoed in the city as he cried?.
He said,I cant do anything. I cant help you. Let me burn. Set me afire. Warm yourselves.
The children lit the fire with their own hands. Flames surrounded Kabul. The children were dancing around the red flames of Kabul.
The children of Kabul got heated up. They giggled. They thrilled. They danced. They were cheerful.
They cooked Kabab from their own flesh on the red coal of the burned history of Kabul.
Lets applaud our heroic action!? How wise heros we are!?
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