What I consider my favorite place is somewhere that I can feel at home, that can give me a sense of belonging and love, my country, Afghanistan. Though it might had been unsafe, full of rage and anger, several bomb blasts a day, sleepless nights filled with gunshots, the injured hearts of my fellow countrymen and the blood of the martyrs painting the whole country, I had loved it with my whole heart and I still do. eventually the place where I want to be at the end of my journey once I feel my limbs getting weak my skin getting loose and at a time where my eyes had witnessed more of the bads than the goods of the world, where the mirror of my eyes had become fogged with numbness, I want to get back to that land that I had abondoned , hug it tightly and have my last breaths, that would be one of the wishes that I will long for my whole life, and maybe if I die early I would want the same thing, to be buried in the same place that I had breathed for the first time. I want to touch the moist and beautiful grass of my homeland, visit the beautiful mountains across its invisible boundaries and find my way back home. I am in a void of saudase until I breath the same air as the trees of my homeland. I will forever be uncomplete until I get there.

                                      ~Sana Iqbal~

I won't let you go ever again either

My birth and the end of my life

You will be there to watch over it all

        First Love-Suga