By Mohammad Zareen Anzoor , Translated by Jahan Zeb<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\nKabul was clueless too. It always have been helpless whenever its children faced hardships as exactly as now. He couldnt do anything.<\/p>\n
Snowing became heavier now.<\/p>\n
People were more worried and nervous.The nervousness and panic of Kabul was mounting too. Kabuls complaint echoed in the city as he cried?.<\/p>\n
He said,I cant do anything. I cant help you. Let me burn. Set me afire. Warm yourselves.<\/p>\n
The children lit the fire with their own hands. Flames surrounded Kabul. The children were dancing around the red flames of Kabul.<\/p>\n
The children of Kabul got heated up. They giggled. They thrilled. They danced. They were cheerful.<\/p>\n
They cooked Kabab from their own flesh on the red coal of the burned history of Kabul.<\/p>\n
Lets applaud our heroic action!? How wise heros we are!?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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