The Woman In Black
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للبالغينمكتمِلة سبت, مايو ٢٨, ٢٠١٦<5 min
Dedicated to all the Afghani women who are struggling to keep themselves and their children alive in the war-ravaged country....
Specially dedicated to dear Mariam
(From The Thousand Splendid Suns)
My heartfelt thanks to Khaled Hosseini for making me
open my eyes to the dreadful reality of war ravaged societies and to the futility of war.The poem is only for those sincere minds who has in them ,one thing that we need most now -HOPE.
#for a better world ..For that all you have to do is to educate the girls ..n women ..everyone..
Make sure to express your thoughts..do comment :)
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انضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص في العالماحصل على توصيات قصص مخصّصة، احفظ قصصك المفضلة في مكتبتك، وقم بالتعليق والتصويت لتنمية مجتمعك.
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