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My goals and dreams

As a girl my society looked to me as a poor and week creature. I was always given this thought that I have to leave my father’s home one day and have to learn all household affairs in order to be called a good wife or survive in a man’s home. But, thanks to my family for supporting me as a human. Now I am proud of my self that I have the realization of our people’s situation in this era. I am very interested in my Hazaragi culture and try to share my part in its survival as a nation’s culture. I believe in humanity, in fact, never wish any nation superior. In my childhood, which I spent in Pakistan and Iran , I did not get much opportunity for doing cultural and social activities. But, since I have come to Australia , I can see lots of pave ways to achieve my goals and dreams to serve my Hazara sisters and brothers.

The activities that I have done since I have been living in Australia are:

  1. I am member of HAZARA STAR, the Hazaragi cultural group in Australia since 2005. Since its inception it has successfully participated and performed in many festivals and functions, based on speeches, traditional dances etc.
  2.  Realizing that I am a Hazara girl compelled me to do some social work and join Associations and Societies. I have performed in two video clips of Taqi khan’s album (MOGHUL DOKHTAR).

The video clips Tashki Tashki and Dokhtar e Bamyan that I acted in, actually hit the arrow of my goals and dreams where I sign. However I am not much interested in media, dancing or modeling. My appearance in this album was an action of breaking the chain of tradition. I believe that a nation can only survive when it has the strong media to project it.

We live physically in 21st century but we have to live mentally too. We have to be aware of our distinct culture and it is our job to represent it anywhere around the world because we are known by our culture.

I am very glad that I am very lucky to have this opportunity to be active and work socially for my oppressed nation. I will do my best in future to proudly serve my people. I thank my family for supporting me and respecting my feelings.

Farkhonda

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Two poems which pulls every string in our heart, my new freind Mr KHADIM HUSSAIN FAYEZ has written and I would like to share it with you freinds...

Still We Are Hopeful...

still we are hope full... of demolishing fuitle theories,
stravagent, negativism, unjustice,
voilance, war and disgust.
still we are hopeful...of loving all creatures, nature,
human, guider honest, justice and.
still we are hopeful... of getting knowledge, respecting human,
.changing thoughts and theories
still we are hopeful... of finishing limititions, which made our life bounded and hopeless.
still we are hopeful... that the human will live in peace under the sky,
like living as a family under the ceilling.
still we are hopeful... of being pleased,
cleaver, lover in our life time.
still we are hopeful... that with love, peace,
mercy and knowledge, life is beautiful.

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Life is beautiful

Life is beautiful!!!
Huge universe, beauty of nature,
Big oceans, seeker creatures,
Large garden of flowers,
Human butts, desires and living are
Beautiful.
The beautiful periods of life,
The days of sarrow and departure,
Times of gladness, rejoicing and pleasure,
The procedure of living in juvenility,
Childhood and senility is beautiful.
The happiness, prosperity, difficulties
Attempts
The adventure, transitions, espirations,
Kindness and beauty of life,
And dreams seem wonderful,
One wisper me,"Life is beautiful.”
The process of rising yellow sun,
The daylight of night with circle moon,
Living in peace, mercy,
Knowledge, gladness and love,
Can be a symbol of life is beautiful

poet: KHADIM HUSSAIN FAYEZ

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Being Refugee

I delivered this speech on 27th of October 2006, which was Refugee week and this is based on being Refguee.

By my first glance on earth, I saw war torn homeland. My ears were first touched by horrible explosion.My first experience was hunger and thirst. My first identity was homelessness. My first toy was used bullets. THIS WAS MY CHILDHOOD. When I started growing up, I begin moving country to country and town to town. Every new country made me learn again how to say hi. Every town made me go for new laws and situations.

I was always thinking about the problems I was supposed to face by changing schools and towns, my friendship was never constable. I was never going deep to any relation, since I had to move to another place. When children write, parents get happy and ask them for more. My parents were getting the same happy, but inside a wave of questions were reflecting through their eyes: How to buy the new notebook?
A refugee in a third world country means being in an ocean of problem without knowing swimming. They are lucky who takes birth in peace, and lives in peace. I am lucky that i got a new homeland where I live as I want. BUT!! Alas to those children who lives in the life of no destiny? Bellow I have worte a short poem which reflects a better picture of an Afghan child.

I was never born Baby
A blessed baby
In the warm lap of mum
Away from sorrow
Lives in no perils

Rich in love of mom
Smile of papa
Wishes of all
Welcome of life

Sleeps in spongy bed
Away from ugly shade
Crawls toward mama
Papa opens hand

Tries to stand
Hold parents hands
Puts every steep
Followed by cheering claps
Mama shakes hands ta ta
Papa laughs ha ha
I have never heard them
Just escape my child escape!!!

I played with bullets
Crawled to survive
When took the first steep
Struggled for the life
I was never born baby
Since I have grown in the war

Farkhonda