رنگ چشمانم خاکستری بود ؛ مرا بد قدم گفته هر اتفاق بریشان که می افتاد 😢. داستان زن افغان از پاکستان

Hello, teacher, I am at your service to all of you, my dear and lovely compatriots, dear Afghans and respected Persian speakers. I hope that wherever you are in the world, you are happy and peaceful under the protection of the One God. And have a good day. Today, I am at your service. I will tell you the story of a girl

from Pakistan, from Peshawar, Pakistan. They currently live in Peshawar, Pakistan. They used to be originally from Jalalabad. I was born in Jalalabad, said my sister Sara. I was born into a family whose parents had black eyes, and my grandfather and grandmother had black or closed eyes. Our family did not have green or

blue eyes. When we were born, everyone said, "Why do you have blue eyes? The blue is almost gray-white." Then they commented, "Oh my God, what is wrong? Why do you have eyes like that? We have a lot of blue and green eyes in Afghanistan. In some places, no one has changed the traditions of the Afghan people. You can say that when I

was born, my grandmother asked my mother, "Are you really a child or a daughter of your husband?" My mother, who was very upset, couldn't say anything else, she cried, she said nothing, why are your eyes green like the eyes of the Soviets, but the months of fog were black, my eyes were only green, when we

were in the middle of the night, we were almost four days old, when my aunt fell into a pond and no one knew, she drowned in the pond and died. Then I became everyone told me what a bad person she was, like the eyes of the aunt who was crying, like the demons,

like the demons of the Afghan people, they were like the same demons, her head was always stuck, all the time I was a 3-14 year old girl who was drowning in a pond and there was no one around to save her, but she drowned in it and died, it was a very bad omen or a very unfortunate girl,