Mashup

Genre: Mast. Rough Translation: “Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away, my love. You grab my hand, and I’ll grab your waist. We will go somewhere so distant, so far from here, that when we land, we will be exhausted. But not from the jet-lag. You’ll be exhausted from the worry over who you’re with right now, and I’ll be exhausted from the worry I’ve had for you all this time. You know me well now, my love. You know me full well. Where did I come from? Kabul, Afghanistan. The city of love. When you saw me at first, you must have laughed. He must be a joke, you said. But you lured me in nonetheless, just to make sure. You never committed fully, you were half-hearted this whole time. But in my efforts and struggle to get you to commit, I made a fool out of myself in front of all my friends in the international community and international society. But to make up for all of it, there’s a balcony waiting for us somewhere special, my love. We will get to know each other even better there. No more mumbling either, my love. I want to know what you really have to say and I want to know what you really think from now on. I begged everyone to listen, but they didn’t. They’re still dumb and ignorant in all honesty. Kabul is being built from scratch now, while all the rest of them are getting wrecked. Neighborhoods are getting built from scratch in my beloved Kabul. While all the rest are mired in conflict and ignorance. Smartphones and internet, technology, name it. It’s being set up there now. Be aware, my love. We’ve corresponded for this long. If I were a fraud and a liar, you would’ve known by now.”

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