Author: Ehsan Anan “His eyes fell on a small shop with its iron shutters down and closed. A small sign was visible above it, on which was written “Khandhari Kharaz”. His heart beat fast and was beating out of his chest. His heart wanted to kiss that writing. To hug, kiss, and visit all the shutters that had been lowered on the shop window and at the entrance to the shop. He felt that he had reached a corner of his homeland and considered it his …
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Author: Ehsan Anan “His eyes fell on a small shop with its iron shutters down and closed. A small sign was visible above it, on which was written “Khandhari Kharaz”. His heart beat fast and was beating out of his chest. His heart wanted to kiss that writing. To hug, kiss, and visit all the shutters that had been lowered on the shop window and at the entrance to the shop. He felt that he had reached a corner of his homeland and considered it his …