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آخر تحديث: ثلاثاء, ينا ٣, ٢٠١٧
*note: I am sorry for any grammar issues and will get to fixing that . Hope you enjoy!
* note: Also the story is in sort of a play book type format .
*note : I am not Afghan myself. Alot of research and consulting is going on for me to even write my play/story . I am aware of the political and tribal situation of Afghanistan.
If any Afghan readers have insight and or info on anything pertaining to the culture, language, tribes, foods, etc. of Afghanistan please feel free to inbox me directly or comment below. Your help is appreciated!
I can not stress enough that I do not mean to offend anyone only to write and share my story. Hopefully someone will find inspiration in this. :)
*note: Bad comments will get deleted ASAP! If you don't like the story go somewhere else! Thanks!
The Story
Belour , a ten year old orphaned Hazara girl and Ali , a eleven year old boy from a very rich mixed persian and pashtun family, watch their homeland, Afghanistan, turn into a war zone and are forced to flee. As they grow older they face many changes and obstacles but are happy to be together .
The two end up separating a year after their arrival to their new home.
For 9 years they are separated and not allowed to speak to each other.
Some how 9 years later they find each other again
And decide to go back to their homeland to put justice in their own hands despite the risks and tragedy that lie ahead.
جميع الحقوق محفوظة
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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