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Nothing can have the power of love, it can turn into your eyes, it can turn into your voice, it can turn into you ears, it can break you into pieces, it can bring you back to life, it can make you have smiles, it can make you have dreams, it can take you from your loved ones, it can give you back to strangers, nothing can have the power of love, it can give you love and hope, it can give a Merry Christmas to all my lovely friends. Add Comment 
People who love you they will find you in every beat of their heart, in every second of their thought, and every where within their sight. Don't worry you are not alone, you have someone that loves you. Merry Christmas to all my lovely friends.  Why do I love to work with NATO? The answer is that these soldiers who leave their homes, families and everything behind, and go to live in the camps in different parts of Afghanistan, need support; our support in particular, as Afghans. I love to keep working with these soldiers and make them feel that they are doing something real good in our country. I have been to Kabul twice after NATO went to Afghanistan. It made me feel happy to see the Afghan police and army taking the security of different parts of Kabul. I was over the moon to see new hospitals, schools, and other public and private buildings, like new shopping centres, etc. People have a life, unlike when the Taliban were in the city. There is money, jobs and new possibilities for our people. And there is the hope that this fragile security in the rest of the country would also get better soon. 
Khaled's family lived in Wazir Akbar Khan, my family lived in Shari Naw, two neighbouring areas. Khaled wrote the Kite Runner, a hit by all means, I wrote the Interpreter, a hit by some means. I and Khaled are friends, and we are both proud.  The Interpreter -- old and new Kabul I arrived home, in Kabul, and stayed with my family. I didn’t want to go anywhere else; I didn’t have much time, I wanted to give all my time to my family whom I had visited after years of living away. It was winter when I arrived in Kabul. The streets were muddy and the air was dusty and polluted. I missed going out of the house to see the new city. When I tried to come out of the house the pollution forced me to go back home and stay put. I was sad not to be able to go out and walk in Kabul, something that I would have loved to do. When I came out of the house, I got so much dust on me that I felt I needed a shower and my clothes needed a wash. My feet were dusty and it felt as if they did not belong to me. My hair was showing dust on them, my face looked tired and dusty, my whole body was not happy with having to carry so much of dust and pollution. I was getting tired after walking for a while in the dusty city. You could get pollution and dust everywhere in the city. The cars kicked the dust into the air. The streets were dusty. The wind blew dust in the city. I could not rid myself from the dust. Kabul is real dusty now. I love Kabul. Kabul will be beautiful again, and the dust will go away from its enjoyable air. | CategoriesArchivesJuly 2012 
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