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Where will everyone be in 10 years from now?
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kais will have been living in his basement for the past 4 years
gangster will have graduated with some degree but will have realized that he has no interest in that work so instead he'll own a corner shop or 2 on some NY street
dm will still be living in lala land
farishta will be somewhere (uk? canada? LOL @ ny ok fine ny...) with 3 or 4 kids
lailo will be successful in her goals for afghanistan
sheeno wont have to wash dishes anymore
barakzaiabdali.. what goe said
admin lala will be enjoying a (very) early retirement LOL
torkhan lala will probably have invented some weird internet thing :S
faye will still be feeding her chickens
saifullah will be working in some hospital in peshawar
fahd will have 10 sons
soldat will still be making useless youtube videos, even when youtube has died out
amir al ghaznavi will be living somewhere back home in fear for his life
sahil will either be bankrupt and living on the streets of london or a successful business man owning the streets of london :P
dzj will be living with 20 cats
da kunar ghro will have 20 different passports and fake IDs for himself
hase toke kawoma sok khafa na shi ^.^
who else?
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In ten years from now ...
I will have bought my own little private island, a few houses that are eco-friendly and I will have a library full of books and my own little masjid. This island will have a cook, a barber, a tailor and a doctor with his medial supplies. The people can bring their families too, but not too many loafer-type people. I like chicken and beef so we will have a nice little farm too. That means I will need a farmer and butcher in addition. But not too many people.
I will be the ruler of this Island and I will make sure that we have electricity. There will be no television or internet because both make you go mad, but we will have long distance radio which we can listen to on Tuesday and Sunday. I will have my own yacht and my own landing strip with my own private plane. I will have an electronic car and there will be mountains, rivers and trees on this island as well as golden sandy beaches.
The people of my Island will not worry about those worldly things they do not have control over and we will play chess and caramboard, volley ball and go running. On Fridays, after Jumah, we can all go fishing.
InshAllah, the people and I will be happy.
If anyone from PF wants to join my Island, I can find you a useful job, but I cannot have too many applicants.
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and gulalai will be lookin in a pond, sayin i cant see any frogsOriginally posted by -Gulalai View Postkais will have been living in his basement for the past 4 years
gangster will have graduated with some degree but will have realized that he has no interest in that work so instead he'll own a corner shop or 2 on some NY street
dm will still be living in lala land
farishta will be somewhere (uk? canada? LOL @ ny ok fine ny...) with 3 or 4 kids
lailo will be successful in her goals for afghanistan
sheeno wont have to wash dishes anymore
barakzaiabdali.. what goe said
admin lala will be enjoying a (very) early retirement LOL
torkhan lala will probably have invented some weird internet thing :S
faye will still be feeding her chickens
saifullah will be working in some hospital in peshawar
fahd will have 10 sons
soldat will still be making useless youtube videos, even when youtube has died out
amir al ghaznavi will be living somewhere back home in fear for his life
sahil will either be bankrupt and living on the streets of london or a successful business man owning the streets of london :P
dzj will be living with 20 cats
da kunar ghro will have 20 different passports and fake IDs for himself
hase toke kawoma sok khafa na shi ^.^
who else?
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Count me in, please.Originally posted by tor_khan View PostIn ten years from now ...
I will have bought my own little private island, a few houses that are eco-friendly and I will have a library full of books and my own little masjid. This island will have a cook, a barber, a tailor and a doctor with his medial supplies. The people can bring their families too, but not too many loafer-type people. I like chicken and beef so we will have a nice little farm too. That means I will need a farmer and butcher in addition. But not too many people.
I will be the ruler of this Island and I will make sure that we have electricity. There will be no television or internet because both make you go mad, but we will have long distance radio which we can listen to on Tuesday and Sunday. I will have my own yacht and my own landing strip with my own private plane. I will have an electronic car and there will be mountains, rivers and trees on this island as well as golden sandy beaches.
The people of my Island will not worry about those worldly things they do not have control over and we will play chess and caramboard, volley ball and go running. On Fridays, after Jumah, we can all go fishing.
InshAllah, the people and I will be happy.
If anyone from PF wants to join my Island, I can find you a useful job, but I cannot have too many applicants.
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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