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I walk down the long dirt trail
That leads to school
At school,
I learn lots of things
Addition, subtraction, and much more
It's so cool to think
That kids much years younger than me
Are learning more complicated things than I am
Mother tells me
Focus my darling,
Focus
I practice with Sister Nahla
At home
On the small chalk board
That father made
Father tells me
Practice everyday,
ask questions
And you will strive
My darling
School is fun
I am so fortunate to learn
Everyday
I love school...
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The Journey Home
PoetryIn this strikingly touching poem journal, follow the journey of a young afghan refugee, Ajani. As time passes in Kabul, Afghanistan, the capital and the city which she was born and raised in, she struggles to find serenity for her and her family. Th...
