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  • Its ok Admin Khan wrora ...Are you german wrora?

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    • Its ok Admin Khan wrora ...Are you german wrora?

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      • Originally posted by Master Khan View Post
        Its ok Admin Khan wrora ...Are you german wrora?
        German?


        I am Pashtun my dear brother.
        Even Adobe Photoshop can't change me.

        A line[Durrand line] of hatred that raised a wall between the two brothers -Hamid Karzai

        For generations, the Hindus of India prayed for deliverance from "the venom of the cobra, the teeth of the tiger and the vengeance of the Afghan."


        The men of Kábul and Khilj also went home; and whenever they were questioned about the Musulmáns of the Kohistán (the mountains), and how matters stood there, they said, "Don't call it Kohistán, but Afghánistán; for there is nothing there but Afgháns and disturbances." Thus it is clear that for this reason the people of the country call their home in their own language Afghánistán, and themselves Afgháns. The people of India call them Patán; but the reason for this is not known. But it occurs to me, that when, under the rule of Muhammadan sovereigns, Musulmáns first came to the city of Patná, and dwelt there, the people of India (for that reason) called them Patáns—but God knows!

        -Ferishta, 1560–1620

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        • Originally posted by Master Khan View Post
          Its ok Admin Khan wrora ...Are you german wrora?
          German?


          I am Pashtun my dear brother.
          Even Adobe Photoshop can't change me.

          A line[Durrand line] of hatred that raised a wall between the two brothers -Hamid Karzai

          For generations, the Hindus of India prayed for deliverance from "the venom of the cobra, the teeth of the tiger and the vengeance of the Afghan."


          The men of Kábul and Khilj also went home; and whenever they were questioned about the Musulmáns of the Kohistán (the mountains), and how matters stood there, they said, "Don't call it Kohistán, but Afghánistán; for there is nothing there but Afgháns and disturbances." Thus it is clear that for this reason the people of the country call their home in their own language Afghánistán, and themselves Afgháns. The people of India call them Patán; but the reason for this is not known. But it occurs to me, that when, under the rule of Muhammadan sovereigns, Musulmáns first came to the city of Patná, and dwelt there, the people of India (for that reason) called them Patáns—but God knows!

          -Ferishta, 1560–1620

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          • Originally posted by Admin Khan View Post
            German?


            I am Pashtun my dear brother.
            people said you speak german.

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            • Originally posted by Admin Khan View Post
              German?


              I am Pashtun my dear brother.
              people said you speak german.

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              • ^lol hes pure Afghan.
                By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
                The youth lose their heads for your sake.
                I come to you and my heart finds rest.
                Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake.
                I forget the throne of Delhi
                when I remember the mountain tops of my Afghan land.
                If I must choose between the world and you,
                I shall not hesitate to claim your barren deserts as my own.

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                • ^lol hes pure Afghan.
                  By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
                  The youth lose their heads for your sake.
                  I come to you and my heart finds rest.
                  Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake.
                  I forget the throne of Delhi
                  when I remember the mountain tops of my Afghan land.
                  If I must choose between the world and you,
                  I shall not hesitate to claim your barren deserts as my own.

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                  • Originally posted by londonboy
                    Whats up Zakiah jaana
                    nothing much..just chillin..It was a really nice day today..just spent most of the day, in balcony in the sunshine.

                    whereabouts in london r u?
                    By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
                    The youth lose their heads for your sake.
                    I come to you and my heart finds rest.
                    Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake.
                    I forget the throne of Delhi
                    when I remember the mountain tops of my Afghan land.
                    If I must choose between the world and you,
                    I shall not hesitate to claim your barren deserts as my own.

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                    • Originally posted by londonboy
                      Whats up Zakiah jaana
                      nothing much..just chillin..It was a really nice day today..just spent most of the day, in balcony in the sunshine.

                      whereabouts in london r u?
                      By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
                      The youth lose their heads for your sake.
                      I come to you and my heart finds rest.
                      Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake.
                      I forget the throne of Delhi
                      when I remember the mountain tops of my Afghan land.
                      If I must choose between the world and you,
                      I shall not hesitate to claim your barren deserts as my own.

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                      • Originally posted by James
                        Hey zakiah whats up?
                        sky..duh..lol nuffin much..tbh


                        James is my classmates name, hes Irish. u Afghan?
                        By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
                        The youth lose their heads for your sake.
                        I come to you and my heart finds rest.
                        Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake.
                        I forget the throne of Delhi
                        when I remember the mountain tops of my Afghan land.
                        If I must choose between the world and you,
                        I shall not hesitate to claim your barren deserts as my own.

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                        • Originally posted by James
                          Hey zakiah whats up?
                          sky..duh..lol nuffin much..tbh


                          James is my classmates name, hes Irish. u Afghan?
                          By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
                          The youth lose their heads for your sake.
                          I come to you and my heart finds rest.
                          Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake.
                          I forget the throne of Delhi
                          when I remember the mountain tops of my Afghan land.
                          If I must choose between the world and you,
                          I shall not hesitate to claim your barren deserts as my own.

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                          • i found like the nicest collection of pictures for islamabad on internet and guess how i found em ?

                            I googled and google led me back to this website lol

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                            • i found like the nicest collection of pictures for islamabad on internet and guess how i found em ?

                              I googled and google led me back to this website lol

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                              • Originally posted by James
                                No, I am not Afghan. I am white.
                                Oh ok..so where r u from? r u british?
                                By blood, we are immersed in love of you.
                                The youth lose their heads for your sake.
                                I come to you and my heart finds rest.
                                Away from you, grief clings to my heart like a snake.
                                I forget the throne of Delhi
                                when I remember the mountain tops of my Afghan land.
                                If I must choose between the world and you,
                                I shall not hesitate to claim your barren deserts as my own.

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