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Awesome wrote: "it was written by whom??!!malala?"
It was written by me.
Awesome wrote: "i dont really know whetehr its true or not but yes,what i can say is that pakistan is one of the most awesome country ever!!and is extremely beautiful!"Yes, I imagine that it's so. Seems beautiful.
Oh sorry, I was too timid to say that based on the article, I wrote a poem about it.
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am a pakistani:)
a job weldone douglas:)
hey,tell me about urself?
whats ur age n gender?:)
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i just want everyone to have a good mindset about pakistan:)
Thanks. I understand how you would want everyone to have a good mindset about Pakistan. Bad news in the US makes us look horrible and out of control, but mostly we're OK. And I assume you have beautiful things too.
I kinda feel little because your all talking really wisely. I don't judge a country by the media. Because if I did America doesn't sound to go because of Donald Trump.But to be honest I don't waste my time on things like that.I want to travel where ever life takes me!
I hate Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton! They're worse than Obama! (US IDAHO GIRL SPEAKING HERE.)
Each of us must wait for the Earth to turn for us in our time zone to make the sunset for us, so we look at the stars at different times in different places but once a day we are in awe and wonder which star twinkles for us at a moment when others toil in the hot sun and others are asleep.
OMG! Your Awsome! But yes I do not 'Judge a Book by its Cover'
Or more like 'Don't Judge a Country by the Newspaper'
Or more like 'Don't Judge a Country by the Newspaper'
Thanks Cosmos. It's been so long that I've been writing in spurts in different ways and with every notion a different style and nothing works. I once had dreams to write and as each and every dream fails to find fruition, I flail about looking for the right strategy for a campaign because I'm serious about wanting to write something, anything that sticks in the mainstream (money which I don't have), because I'm running out of time and soon there will be nothing left of me, because there is a contradiction: I am incredibly unable to socially interact but to succeed I must make a public splash. My only hope is to get an interview on TV in New York which is no problem geographically because I'm in New York, but I'm not sure I want to take the poor-me route, but I suppose I should because how else are they going to be interested. Maybe I could do it: After all I did scare the hell out of myself but managed when I read poems in public in Central Park and in Columbus Circle in New York City. Geez, am I desperate but even after all of that, nothing. So silly to say, but you don't know how scared I was to speak in public and then I realized it was all for nothing to overcome nothing. And so now I see no one is going to respond to the "village idiot."
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right guys?:)
Doug,I love your voice. Give me this today and I will fantasize for a lifetime. There is a secret growl that thrills me because if you'd let me I'd love you and I know you'd purr.
oh Joyce then what shall I say, I'm not a singer exactly of the traditional kind. Teach me you...
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wait,do u guys know eachother or whta??!!
yes in many odd and secret ways. Most people if they knew what we do would think we're spies, and I do remember that in college that there was a CIA recruiter on campus and they said be very careful if you take an interview because you will have to tell all your friends that you did not take an interview or if you already told them that you should say that you failed or that you got a very low level assignment at an Embassy as the lowest of clerks even though that would be a lie.
Oh Doug, you're so silly. You know I love you but don't give away any secrets.Folks, don't believe him. He's not a spy or anything major, but he's paramount for me anyway. We are magnificent scatterbrains and we breed Trojan Horses in our spare time.
Cooking Gyros For Swat Valley
We used to be
the Switzerland of Pakistan
many orchards
much fruit
much minding.
In my mind I see
the mulberry trees,
see much fruit, the
plum of the valley
minding apricots, damson
cracking walnuts like jewels
minding a fig leaf
a grape, the jujube
minding these and the olive tree
in my dreams of Swat Valley
We thought
like fruit flies
insurgents could be thwarted
could be swatted
In exile, my
restaurant work is a meditation
chopping lamb into chunks
into pieces, coalescing
thoughts for peace
charcoal broiled
hoping coalition forces will
bring a peace home, but I
am mashed chick peas
and tahini: the skeleton of
the sesame seed, fallen, my
kernel floated and crushed
feeling pasty, stuck in New York
rolling out an unfamiliar phyllo flat
with pistachios and honey sadness.
Oh the strutting about,
the grazing on tables where
all the world's a
thoughtless stage, confused
the size of Delaware
the size of Swat
valley of rotting fruit
and war.
Stand up for Swat Valley
the Switzerland of Pakistan
The Taliban
have kidnapped
my Father, and
from here in refuge
I work to earn a ransom, the
flowers of my Swati meadows
in my mind, my eye,
the charcoal smell of my
burnt house wafted in a nostril
Oh Pakistan,
for every truce I die,
while every envoy
seems to fiddle
with Shariah at the door.