Thursday, 19 March 2015

Ancestoral poem

I am a proud Afghani girl.

am proud  of putting my heart and soul into reading the Quran and I am proud to be under the eye of Allah.

Guided by the hands of my ancestors the have shaped me in to having a true and sweetened heart of a honest Hazarah.

At celebrations I hear the dominant sound of the Dambora and Udu strumming the night away.

I am not sure if I am making the right choices nor am I sure if they are proud with where I am know. In the future I hope that being guided by the same pathway as my ancestors will lead me to success.

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