سایه ها

Hello again and welcome to my declaration of independence from the corrupt system I am entwined with

Yesterday I was done with eight ministers and two vice-presidents today we will go back to the rest of them if you will;

Hanif Atmar Minister of Education first of all ask him what education means and then ask him to spell it out. The looks more like a pick-pocket or even worse someone whom you would find sitting in a corner and smoking or sniffing hashish. Courtesy of a clue by a friend, we'd call it Sniffing with Hanif. Hahaa

Ismail Khan the Minister of Water and Energy  to me he is the minister of atrocity and murder. one of the most notorious Jihadi leaders, these bastard killed so many peope that even the people of his own province failed to keep count. dressed in a freaking traditional clothing the guy goes to his ministry saying he's uploading his traditional cultures. Hey, jackass! why don't you try and uphold the provision of electricity to the cities and the water instead? That might do you and others better. what a joke

Hamidullah Qader Minister of Transport I know this guy personally and he's a manipulative and womanizing little prick who was fired from the Afghanistan INternational Chambers of Commerce for misuse (coughstealcough) of funds and then established this other organization Afghan Energy corporation where he then gathered this huge number of girls (whores) around himself who would be busy pleasing him. and God, he is ugly.

Hosn Banu Ghazanfar the Minister of Women's Affairs; What women's affairs? The same affairs that are mis-used and violated on a daily basis? The same women that still get beat up and disprespected and disgraced in their families? The same women who turn to prostitution because they can't make a living after their brothers, fathers and sons died in the so called "Jihad". Give me a goddamn break. The woman looks like a bloody female baker (Nanpaz) from one of the local bakeries.

Nematuallah Shahrani, the minister of Hajj and Islamic Affairs  another hardcore Islamic fundamentalist who is involved in more scams than Al Capone or Lucky Luciano. He was the guy in whose time thousands of Afghan Hajjis were treated like shit while on their pilgrimage to Mecca in Saudi Arabia. That's a country in Asia, you know? And he's the guy who wears a traditional clothing ot the work and well passed his retirement age. Dude, get a fucking life and get out before all the religious fanatics take over Afghanistan again

Engineer Yousuf PAshtun, Minister of Urban Development. This guy looks like the Afghan version of Vito Corleone from the Godfather. He's menacing and evil and his clothing crap. His achievements? What achievements? The streets of the city are as shitty as they were five years ago and if he thinks he's responsible for the construction of flashy shopping malls and business centers. Well, wake the fuck up. It's all private sector. Try urban destruction, from now on, eh? d

General Khodaidad Minister of Counter-Narcotics or as I would like to call him General Charlie Chaplin Minister of Supporting the Growth in the Narcotics industry. A useless ministry and even more useless minister. Ever since the establishment of the ministry, the production of cocaine and narcotics has gone up two-fold. Go and commit suicide for your incompetence, dear Minister.

I didn't go through mentioning the other ministers as it would be too much of a waste of my time. But keep reading for next chapter it's about the president and whole system in general.

comments welcome.

I want to write something about the rankers of my country, the people who make the decisions and are the self-proclaimed masters of the universe. My country is in shit, my people are dying and these people who are so drowned in their dreams of power and lust that they do not know what is happening in their own land. Today, I’ll give you my honest opinion about my nation’s cabinet:

1.   Ahmad Zia Massoud; a man who has been given the position for the sole homage of his kinship to the martyr Ahmad Shah Massoud. A man as incapable as the rest of them, with the ability to do nothing but hold meetings and thank foreigners for their ever-lasting pledge of support and allegiance.

2.   Karim Khalili: This guy is not even smart, he is not doing anything except holding meetings with this or that foreign dignitary and show that he’s a vice-president… for show.

3.   Hedayat Amin Arsala; Now this guy is a joke. He was the minister of commerce and industry and no one in the ministry had seen him in five months after his appointment. The guy spent all his time in the Prime Ministers’ Compound holding meetings when the nations economy was in deep shit. Extremely egotistical, vain and a total flop.

4.   Rangeen Dadfar Spanta; This guy is the proverbial translation of shit sticks to the wall. Despite numerous vetoes by the Parliament he has clung to the seat of the foreign ministry like a fat kid clinging to his cake. In his time, the foreign relations of Afghanistan not only did not improve but was fucked up even more.

5.   Rahim Wardak – Minister of Defense – This fatty an old bureaucrat of the times bygone has been the biggest stain on the government’s front. His security strategies have all failed and he has been nothing but a fat slob wasting the government money on stupid and useless crap regarding the training of the ANA and ANP and too many fucking trips to the other countries.

6.   Zarar Ahmad Muqbil, Minister of Interior – The guy in charge of the country’s inner security and he looks like a thief himself. Disheveled, bearded and looks he had not had a shower in days, the man has failed in his job to protect the country as suicide bombs go off everyday and people are killed and women raped and children sold to slavery all the over the country by warlords.

7.   Anwar-ul-Haq Ahadi, Minister of Finance – To say the least he’s better than the rest of them as he has managed to make the ministry of finance, one of the better and more result-oriented ministries in this messed up country. But he has his own flaws as well, millions of money disappeared from the budget, both ordinary and development, and he has appointed all of his Afghan-Millat friends in the ministry to keep in the Kandak Qawmi.

8.   Jalil Shams, Minister of Economy: What the hell does this guy? What is the point of the ministry of economy? All the things that he should do is done by ministry of commerce or independent organizations like AISA and EPAA, what the hell is point of having this ministry in the first place? Oh, I get it. This guy was probably Karzai’s niece’s cousin’s grandmother’s neighbor so he had to have a position, just like Mr. Useless-Arsala. Senior Minister. Haha.

9.   Minister of Information and Culture: Karim Khuram: The most uncultured and immoral fool to set foot on the podium of a minister. This guy dresses like a cook in one of the local restaurants, looks as dirty as an oil-merchant on the side-street. And talk about education, I doubt he can even spell the word. He’s foolish, stubborn and totally useless in more than one way, his golden line “ALL THIS FREEDOM OF SPEECH IS FOREIGN THINGS AND BULLSHIT”. Go you.

10.                     Amin Farhang; Minister of Commerce and Industry: A weak and gullible creature that has failed enormously to answer the country’s demands for high costs that has captured the poor people by the throat or an answer to the high rise of the prices and drought and lack of consumer products. A former university professor, we were expecting more, but this guy’s as well as a little child being controlled by his parents and namely the ones around him. Why don’t we go and arrange a carpet fair, Mr. Farhang, while the economy of the country goes down the toilet seat, huh?

Ten Ministers for Now.

End of Part 1.

Part II coming soon.

I want to write something about the rankers of my country, the people who make the decisions and are the self-proclaimed masters of the universe. My country is in shit, my people are dying and these people who are so drowned in their dreams of power and lust that they do not know what is happening in their own land. Today, I’ll give you my honest opinion about my nation’s cabinet:

1. Ahmad Zia Massoud; a man who has been given the position for the sole homage of his kinship to the martyr Ahmad Shah Massoud. A man as incapable as the rest of them, with the ability to do nothing but hold meetings and thank foreigners for their ever-lasting pledge of support and allegiance.
2. Karim Khalili: This guy is not even smart, he is not doing anything except holding meetings with this or that foreign dignitary and show that he’s a vice-president… for show.
3. Hedayat Amin Arsala; Now this guy is a joke. He was the minister of commerce and industry and no one in the ministry had seen him in five months after his appointment. The guy spent all his time in the Prime Ministers’ Compound holding meetings when the nations economy was in deep shit. Extremely egotistical, vain and a total flop.
4. Rangeen Dadfar Spanta; This guy is the proverbial translation of shit sticks to the wall. Despite numerous vetoes by the Parliament he has clung to the seat of the foreign ministry like a fat kid clinging to his cake. In his time, the foreign relations of Afghanistan not only did not improve but was fucked up even more.
5. Rahim Wardak – Minister of Defense – This fatty an old bureaucrat of the times bygone has been the biggest stain on the government’s front. His security strategies have all failed and he has been nothing but a fat slob wasting the government money on stupid and useless crap regarding the training of the ANA and ANP and too many fucking trips to the other countries.
6. Zarar Ahmad Muqbil, Minister of Interior – The guy in charge of the country’s inner security and he looks like a thief himself. Disheveled, bearded and looks he had not had a shower in days, the man has failed in his job to protect the country as suicide bombs go off everyday and people are killed and women raped and children sold to slavery all the over the country by warlords.
7. Anwar-ul-Haq Ahadi, Minister of Finance – To say the least he’s better than the rest of them as he has managed to make the ministry of finance, one of the better and more result-oriented ministries in this messed up country. But he has his own flaws as well, millions of money disappeared from the budget, both ordinary and development, and he has appointed all of his Afghan-Millat friends in the ministry to keep in the Kandak Qawmi.
8. Jalil Shams, Minister of Economy: What the hell does this guy? What is the point of the ministry of economy? All the things that he should do is done by ministry of commerce or independent organizations like AISA and EPAA, what the hell is point of having this ministry in the first place? Oh, I get it. This guy was probably Karzai’s niece’s cousin’s grandmother’s neighbor so he had to have a position, just like Mr. Useless-Arsala. Senior Minister. Haha.
9. Minister of Information and Culture: Karim Khuram: The most uncultured and immoral fool to set foot on the podium of a minister. This guy dresses like a cook in one of the local restaurants, looks as dirty as an oil-merchant on the side-street. And talk about education, I doubt he can even spell the word. He’s foolish, stubborn and totally useless in more than one way, his golden line “ALL THIS FREEDOM OF SPEECH IS FOREIGN THINGS AND BULLSHIT”. Go you.
10. Amin Farhang; Minister of Commerce and Industry: A weak and gullible creature that has failed enormously to answer the country’s demands for high costs that has captured the poor people by the throat or an answer to the high rise of the prices and drought and lack of consumer products. A former university professor, we were expecting more, but this guy’s as well as a little child being controlled by his parents and namely the ones around him. Why don’t we go and arrange a carpet fair, Mr. Farhang, while the economy of the country goes down the toilet seat, huh?

Ten Ministers for Now.

End of Part 1.

Part II coming soon.

Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee boys dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Makroryan boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and in my hotels, jingling their dicks on my Channel 3. Fuck the Chinese hookers with their pyramids of overpriced pussies and loose cunts all over the place. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English or Dari? Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the president who is a douche bag who dances to the tune of his allied friends. Fuck the cabinet and parliament filled with fat fucks who can’t clean up their own jizz and yell for extra salary because they can’t afford fucking five bodyguards to protect their fucking worthless lives. Fuck the mullahs, fucking pricks who don’t know jack shit and yet talk about Islam and the fucking morals of it ruining the very lives and minds of our fucking kids. Fuck the expat consultants who come here fucking making money with their cheap ties and easy smiles. Fucking losers couldn’t get a job in their own country and now they act like they matter for shit here. Fuck donor organizations and fucking foreign embassies blocking fifty fucking roads because they are a bunch of fucking chicken-shits afraid they might die. Well, boo-fucking-hoo, motherfuckers. Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist Arab assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Afghan ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck these oxymoronic girls who are all about family and honor. Fuck their ass-tight jeans and tight mouths that suck you off just because you are good looking. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Khairkhana to the penthouses on Wazir Akbar Khan, from the projects in the Taimani to the lofts in Makroryan. From the tenements in Taye Maskan to the brownstones in Karte Se slope to the split-levels in Shar e Naw. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

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مثل الماس در دامنه کوه ها

ای ستاره، اینطور درخشان مباش

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تنهایی شب دوری را بیشتر میکند

دوری جسم و نزدیکی دل دوستی را بیشتر میکند

آیا اینطور میشود کورکورانه باور کرد؟

آیا انسان انسانیت خودرا از دست نداده است؟

آیا احساس ما نمرده

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زندگی ما افسرده و پژمرده

دل ما دلسرد و مایوس

خانه ما ویران و پریشان

چشم ما نالان و گریان

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حرفی که چشم گوید

صدبار بهتر از واژه ها است

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زمانیکه من تولد شدم و تا زمانی که خودرا شناختم زمان به زودی سپری شد و من همیشه فکر میکردم که همه عمر همینگونه خواهد گذشت ولی زمانیکه آهسته آهسته خودرا شناختم و دنیای که مرا در برگرفته بود شناختم دانستم که بس خطای بزرگ بود فکرم. دوستان من فکر میکنند که بالای من مایوسی غلبه نموده است ولی بنظر من آنا همه درخواب زندگی میکنند. من در زندگی هدف خودرا یافته ام و هدف من در حروف بعدی برایتان واضح خواهد شد. برای من این مهم نیست که من بهترین غذا را میخورم که قسمت اعظم آن ضایع میشود ولی همسایه من حتی یک دانه نان همه ندارد. برای من مهم نیست که من بهترین لباس را بتن میکنم در حالیکه اطفال همسایه در زمستان از سردی میلرزند. در زندگی من جایی برای تفکر درباره فقر، قتل و قتال، ظلم، جنگ، مصیبت، جنایات، نقص و پایمال شدن حقوق وجود ندارد. من وقت برای تفکر درباره اینکه مردم مظلوم و غریب من در زندگی خود چه میکنند نداردم، من وقت ندارم که درباره آینده کشورم و مردم خود فکر کنم، زندگی من فقط برای خود من است. مسایلی که وقت مرا بخود اختصاص داده است بسیار مهمتر ازینها میباشد. مسایلی که برای من مهم اند تلویزیون کیبل با 400 چینل میباشد، موتر های قیمتی و مود روز میباشد، دریشی های گرانقیمت انگلیسی و ایتالیایی میباشد تا موقیعت اجتماعی را بالا ببرد تا یک تعداد احمقان که فکر میکنند که دنیا در دست آنها است مرا همطراز خود فکر کنند. من دروغ میگویم، قتل مینمایم، حق مظلوم و بیگناه را تلف نموده و بالای ناکامی ها و بدبختی های دیگران حکومت پرنور و قدرتمند خودرا بنا خواهم کرد.

آیا همین انسان بودن است؟ آیا زمانیکه ما خودرا انسان میگوییم، آیا واقعاً انسان با احساس استیم؟ خواهش من ای خواننده از تو اینست که درباره این مسئله تعمق و تفکر کن... زندگی همه درباره مادیات نیست. آنعده اموال گرانقیمت را مالک آن است، زودتر و یا دیرتر همان اموال مالک تو شده و روح ترا خواهد از بین برد.