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The time comes
My poor people
When i was a baby
The Evil

IN A FOREIGN LAND 

(This does not mean that I do not like New Zealand. I like this country but I love my home country, Afghanistan, even more.) 

I am a sixteen-year-old teenager

And I have many dreams to come true

I have a long life a head of me

But I still don’t know

What I am going to do

 

I try not to waste my precious time

Because I know:

“Time is like a wave-

when it flows, it never returns.”

 

I go to school

And study hard.

I call my friends

And chat a lot.

I pray, respect and love

I watch TV, listen to music and laugh

 

I do all this here.

Physically I am always here.

But in my mind I am somewhere else

Somewhere I really want to be

And be doing all that there

Not here.

Written By: MeJ in 2002