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[Hakim Khan Urgonai]

nice try but it will take more than a few scattered karmas, to win me over.

I already have won you over.

You are one of my PF entourage members whom I can always rely on, no matter which account I come back with.

[faye]

I shall introduce you to an old friend of mine. He is a 60something year old American who spent alot of his youth in Afghanistan choofing stuff. Lol, come to think of it, he is the male version of you.

that would be interesting. tell him i was there in late 77, afghanistan and 77-80, india and nepal.
i only had a couple of puffs in afghanistan. very wikid smoke..

[Hakim Khan Urgonai]

that would be interesting. tell him i was there in late 77, afghanistan and 77-80, india and nepal.
i only had a couple of puffs in afghanistan. very wikid smoke..

Best smoke.

Kurram browns, Kandahari greens and Mazari black.

[faye]

I already have won you over..

that's what you think

[یاسمینه]

When I was in Dubai, I went to Beirut for a week-end. But somehow I forgot I had single-entry UAE visa

[Nima Khan Abdali]

It was six years ago.

Strange enough, since I was 11, I had been studying in a boarding school quite far away home and all the other fresh pupils were two years older than me, despite of all of them crying loud or in hidden for being parted from their parents, I had not wept even a drop of tear. Anyway my mother had not even driven me to the boarding school, but my mother's workmate. I had directly gone to the bedroom which I had had to share with 11 other kids in the dormitory, and began unpacking my little amount of possessions. Also, in the whole five years long in which I have been attending there, I had never cried out of longing for my mother or father.

I graduated from the boarding school and went to London for university and some months later my mother paid me a visit; this visit was a long one - a five-day one and we had spent fairly good time, me and my mother, walking about in the city for hours every day. She had even cleaned my rental apartment and brought me lots of food. But eventually, the day of departure had come. I took her to the station and came back by the underground. The first second I stepped into the train, I burst into tears, and the first time in my life, I was crying longing for her. Lord, it was 6 years ago and I was 16! I took a seat and covered my face with my hands while weeping. But while doing so, I heard someone else is weeping too. When I raised my head, I saw there is a guy sitting next to me on my left, weeping, the very style that I was doing.

I wiped my eyes with my hands, coughed to clear my voice, then gave my hand away towards him to shake:

'Hey, my name is XXXXXX!'

He looked out at me through the tears and seemingly forgot the pain for which he might be crying, since he shook my hand, and told, in a somewhat less gravy Indian accent: 'My name is YYYYYY.'

'You look Indian,' said I. 'Are you Indian?'

'Yes, but I don't prefer being identified with Indian. I'm Kashmiri, from Jammu&Kashmir.'

'What on earth is Jammu&Kashmir,' I thought. But anyway, I went on: 'Are you here for studying?'

'Yes,' he said. 'It's my first semester.'

'Mine too,' I jumped in. 'But...,' I was looking for how to ask him why he was crying, after re-noticing his tears and red eyes, when he abruptly asked me:

'Why were you crying?'

'No, no, you tell me first, why were YOU crying?'

'Well,' he said, completely sincere but not uneasy, 'I was sending my wife from airport. What was your reason?'

I was astonished.

'And I was sending my mom.'

He was six years older than me and before that time I had never had any friends. We became friends with him at once and in the following years we are friends, true friends. My first and only friend.

I always regret not longing for my mom when she was alive. Because, now, I long for her everyday. To your memory, Mother. You were the angel from Heaven, and you went back to your place.

[Afghanistan2010]

Most will not believe this,i will tell the story out of the view of one of my relatives.
During the Soviet war,our tribesmen were fighting for the sake of the this nation and for the sake of freedom only for Allah,rather than for money and wealth and Allah knows best,there might some who fought for other reasons.

Our tribesmen fought against the Soviet troops,Afghan communist army,Locals sponsered militias of the Russians most of whom were from northern provinces.

While our tribesmen were ambushing Soviet + Afghan communist patrols,a chopper emerged from one of their bases,it was an Afghan chopper,all the crew were Afghans...they let their guns and bombs run over our villages and the mountains were the Resistance fighters were fighting from.

After a long battle,the Amir of the Battlion ordered the fighters to shoot with everything they have on the chopper,they had captured Rpg 7s and Anti-aircraft guns,luckily the chopper was downed and felt near this vally seen in the picture below.




Some fighters and me moved to the place where the chopper was downed,the crew had survived and were taken as prisoners without resistance,the locals called on the Soviets and the Communists government to release our prisoners for an exchange for the crew.

The prisoners were taken to the border area of Ghulam Khan near Miranshah,but the pilot bribed some of the guards and he escaped.Some of the crew members were released and some persecuted for their crimes against the Afghan nation.

After more than 25 years,oneday we were visiting along with other relatives munich,which is in the south of germany,there was a meeting of the Afghans,a funeral for someone.

We saw that very pilot,whom we had captured during that time,yet we were no more enemies but fellow countrymen and welcomed him.

We pray to Allah that he forgives his sins,and guide him on the straight path.

[Nima Khan Abdali]

Most will not believe this,i will tell the story out of the view of one of my relatives.
During the Soviet war,our tribesmen were fighting for the sake of the this nation and for the sake of freedom only for Allah,rather than for money and wealth and Allah knows best,there might some who fought for other reasons.

Our tribesmen fought against the Soviet troops,Afghan communist army,Locals sponsered militias of the Russians most of whom were from northern provinces.

While our tribesmen were ambushing Soviet + Afghan communist patrols,a chopper emerged from one of their bases,it was an Afghan chopper,all the crew were Afghans...they let their guns and bombs run over our villages and the mountains were the Resistance fighters were fighting from.

After a long battle,the Amir of the Battlion ordered the fighters to shoot with everything they have on the chopper,they had captured Rpg 7s and Anti-aircraft guns,luckily the chopper was downed and felt near this vally seen in the picture below.




Some fighters and me moved to the place where the chopper was downed,the crew had survived and were taken as prisoners without resistance,the locals called on the Soviets and the Communists government to release our prisoners for an exchange for the crew.

The prisoners were taken to the border area of Ghulam Khan near Miranshah,but the pilot bribed some of the guards and he escaped.Some of the crew members were released and some persecuted for their crimes against the Afghan nation.

After more than 25 years,oneday we were visiting along with other relatives munich,which is in the south of germany,there was a meeting of the Afghans,a funeral for someone.

We saw that very pilot,whom we had captured during that time,yet we were no more enemies but fellow countrymen and welcomed him.

We pray to Allah that he forgives his sins,and guide him on the straight path.

The outcome of the most civil wars is always pretty same. It's normal.

Common enemy and common interest may unite people, different or opposite interests may divide the same nation.

[Master Khan]

I can remember when I first want to my village after 8 years, I was 15 years old.
there were these 2 boys trying to bully me because I was from England, I though to myself "I wish I spot these boys somewhere alone".
My wish came true and I saw these 2 boys on their bike alone, I run towards them and push them over and pulled out my Knife, I put the knife to their throat and said them in Pashto "if you ever try to bully me again I swear to Allah I will cut your throat".

now when they see me they said to me "salaam Khan, sangay eh" lol.
since then they never try to mess with me again.

[A.Alraeesi]

I remember a few hours ago when i burned ajwan's bangs and eyebrows and they became orange while we was making kebab :D
I'm funny even when i make mistakes

[A.Alraeesi]

Ajwan has bangs?

Yes hair bangs everyone has bangs :P

[A.Alraeesi]

Tell him i said hes gay

Ajwan is my sister, she's not a boy

[A.Alraeesi]

LOL ok that makes more sense

[MostafaM]

I bought my first electric guitar when I was 14 and wanted to play "Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera instantly.

Figured out, it wasn´t that easy so I am still more of a rythm guitarist and leave the solos for the skilled ones. lol

[RevolutionThroughReason]

It's not that hard, just a lot of e-string muting from what I recall.