My favouritest-est-est-est-est Afghan TV host.Most hosts are inexperienced. But Mustafa from Tolo and this other chick (don’t know her name) play it pretty well…
Har roozeh taan Nawrooz, Nawroozetaan behrooz- Saaleh naw mubarak!
Omidhaa wa khushihayeh nawetan mubarak.
Bahaar amad.. Khush amadi,
naw rooz amad.. Khush amadi
Yep, AFGHAN new year (March 21)! and SPRING is HERE!!! According to UNESCO it’s the year of Rumi (YAY!!!). Here are translations of a few poems by my favourite poet- Jalaladin Rumi Balkhi.
I want to be where your bare foot walks,
because maybe before you step,
you’ll look at the ground.
I want that blessing.
In your lightI learn how to love.I
n your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art (poetry).
Celebrations very different to Australia’s New Year. Approximately 2 million people gathered in Mazari Sharif at Caliph Ali’s tomb (or that’s what they believe).One of the best Buzkashi games took place yesterday, organised by Fahim. I REALLY wanted to go (even though it’s not recommended for women! But, who cares?! It’s once a year, or in my case first in my life). Un-very-fortunately, it coincided with the Nawrooz concert – Naqib Nekan and Rayhana @ Asia Hotel. They had two sessions- one for families during the day, and another for the ‘bachelor’ guys at 6pm. Of course, we went during the day. Concert was very different, no one danced- i’m assuming it was due to the parents’ presence. Once again, Kabul surprised me. Much better than expected (even though the singers were lip syncing).
It was organised by Tolo (a TV channel owned by Melbournian Afghans), and OMG i saw my favouritest-est-est-est-est-est Afghan TV host, Mustafa. I smuggled my phone camera in there and i managed to get a bit of him on camera… until the ‘cops’ came in. He literally yelled at me for filming and told me that he’ll confiscate my phone *blush* Mustafa was on stage, and he interrupted himself (thanks to me :()to tell everyone cameras weren’t allowed. ARGH!!! *pulls out hair* how embarrasing.. hahaha (see the pic i managed to take, blurry but better than nothing ;)) my first afghan celebrity that i met hehehe
We left the hall as soon as the concert was over to prevent human and traffic jams. As usual, an Afghan guy followed me talking ENGLISH on the phone with a heavy Afghan accent. What exactly is he trying to prove? *rolls eyes*. My sisters and I made our way to the car, until my sister started screaming ‘oh my god, look back…’ Thinking it was the English speaking Afghan Accent dude, i refused to look anywhere but ahead until we got into the car. After getting into the car, i saw a familiar face on a mobile phone walking past the car. ‘OH MY GOD… THERE’S TOLO DUDE,’ I squealed. ‘Duh, why do u think i told you to turn around.’ My sister rolled her eyes. But she didn’t mention names, she said ‘he’ 😦 but i took out my video camera and seized the Kodak moment. He knew i was filming and started acting like he was on the phone. Crack up!
Evening, we went to mums relatives place for Samanak. BUT everything was over, they had made samanak already 😦 At least i got to see the pot they made it in, and the long ladle.
My new years resolution? Described perfectly in one of Rumi’s poems.
Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right. It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want and end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others and fall in.
I should be suspicious of what I want.
The minute I’m disappointed
I feel encouraged.
when I’m ruined
When I’m quiet
and solid as the ground
Then I talk
the low tones of thunder
Hmm.. i’m expecting the unexpected! And speaking of the unexpected, i’m pretty upset.. university isn’t going too well. University won’t allow me to study my units externally- comprises of tests which needs to be completed at uni. Not sure what to do, i’t’s my final semester!
Ba omideh deedaar, khuda negahdaar!
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