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My bodyguard is a part of my way. He becomes a part of my world. Together we write our history – print our words.

 

From my thought through my finger pressed onto paper –

Words fly with sonic speed –

and what my letters createdwill be taken as my opinion

and what other letters and syllables vocalize will be internalised,

believed and fought against.

SW, Kabul 2006