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Is it possible that six years have passed since Afghanistan and the world lost Massoud? In may ways, it doesn't seem possible. In other ways, the tragedy of him not being in the land he loved, not being around to advise and help, to guide and suggest, to bring people together with the grace and skill that belonged to him alone, in many ways, the tragedy of all that was lost on September 9, 2001, grows worse with each passing year. And so we mourn for what might have been.
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"Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me!"
Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky." (Hafiz)
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
"Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let air planes circle, moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He Is Dead.'
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves.
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one.
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
W.H. Auden
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"....Out of the ashes of this broken frame
there is a noble rising son pining for death
because since we first met, Beloved,
I have become a foreigner to every world
except the one in which there is only
You - or, Me." (Hafiz)
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If God invited you to a party and said,
"Everyone in the ballroom tonight will be my special guest,"
How would you then treat them when you arrived?
There is no one in this world who is not upon
His jeweled dance floor. (Hafiz)
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"We are not in pursuit of formalities
or fake religious laws,
For through the staircase of existence
we have come to God's door.
We are people who need to love
because love is the soul's life,
Love is simply creation's greatest joy:
Through the stairway of existence
have you now come.
Have we all now come
to the Beloved's door." (Hafiz)
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