Stories by Rasmorawaj

The Tapestry of Time

The Tapestry of Time

In a worn down street behind the Babur gardens of Kabul, Abdul's residence stood as a living testament to time's intricate dance. The room witnessed the reunion of two aging...
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Secrets

Secrets

 It had been what felt like hours I was sitting on the corner of the walled stairs and I still had no idea what I was going to do. Just...
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Memories

Memories

 'and in the end, we'll all be memories.'Zainab read the blurred letters on the crumbling wall as she balanced herself behind Ali, the familiar bumps and cradling of the road...
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Tooti

Tooti

"What does that name mean, Tooti?" I asked curiously, hoping for the chance to expand my limited Farsi vocabulary.

The boy looked at me incredulously, as though he couldn't believe I was asking such a silly question. "Tooti means parrot." I looked back over to him, mirroring his incredulous expression. "You named your parrot, parrot?" I asked, trying to hold my laughter in...
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Gul Agha's Rose Garden

Gul Agha's Rose Garden

Suddenly, I felt a sharp prick in my finger and with a gasp, I quickly withdrew my hand to examine it. The thorn had pricked me deeply, and there was a small flow of blood coming out of my finger. Gul Agha laughed, seeming amused.

"This is the danger of reaching for beautiful things bachem, you must be worthy. And to be worthy, you must know how to reach for things that are only yours. When you reach for things belonging to others, you will definitely get pricked!"

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The School Girl

The School Girl

I gently put my hand on her shoulder to stop her. "They can't stop you from learning jaanem", I responded softly. "They are afraid of your knowledge, that's how powerful you are now. Imagine the power you'll have with a full education. Don't ever give up your dreams because of a fool with a weapon. Your weapon is your knowledge, and that is the power they all fear."
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Desert Love - Qasim and Soraya

Desert Love - Qasim and Soraya

 The wind was blowing sand into Qasim's eyes and he adjusted his turban so that it would collect into the creases of the cloth instead of his eyelids. He didn't...
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Our Love is Like Kabul Jan - Nasrin and Ehsaan

Our Love is Like Kabul Jan - Nasrin and Ehsaan

Nasrin smiled as Ehsaan took his hands off her eyes, and the city of Kabul appeared before her, sprawled in a beautiful sea of colors. Ehsaan had brought her here...
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