Une petite histoire de Victor Hugo

Bonjour à tous, et bienvenue dans cette page...
Aujourd'hui, il fait très beau et je me sens très bien, j'ai décidé écrir quelque chose, ça aller idéal, alors, je vais vous l'écrir un petit d'histoir de Victor Hugo. Parce que j'aime bien ce écrivain. Il est très connu, mêm dans mon pays Afghanistan.
Victor Hugo est né en France dans une ville qui elle s'appelle Besançon, le 26 février 1802. Pendant son adolescence, il a habite a Paris avec sa mère dans le quartier du Val de Grâce. En 1817, à l'age de 15 ans, il a gagné deux prix littéraires. Après, il a continué à écrir et il a eu beaucoup de succès. il a écrit des romans comme: Notre Dame de Paris, des pièces de théâtre, des poèmes, il a aussi écrit pour un journal. Sa vie a changé après un échec littéraire et la mort de sa fille Léopoldine. Il a décidé de faire de la politique. Il est devenu député en 1848, mais il a dû fuir la France en 1851. Il est parti sur l'île de Jersey, ensuite il est allé à Guernesey (Jersey et Guernesey sont deux îles britaniques. Elle sont situées près des côtes françaises). Il a écrit des livres contre le gouvernement de Napoléon 111, c'est aussi à ce moment qu'il a écrit: les Misérable. Napoléon 111 a perdu la guerre contre la Prusse et Victor Hugo est revenu en France. Il est rntré en 1870. Il a continué la politique. Il est mort en 1885.

En vacances d'avril

Lundi dernier, moi et mes amis on est allé au restaurant. Nous sommes allés dans un petit retaurant Iraien. Ce restaurant n'est pas très loin de chez moi.
En général, quand je vais dans un restaurant Iranien, je ne mange que de sandwich. Mais lundi dernier, j'ai changé, parce que j'avais avec mes amis. Ils ont choisi des pâtes, parce que ils n'aiment pas des sandwichs. pour boire, on est pris des chose defferent, par exemple moi, j'ai pris de coca-cola. Ce nest pas très origenal, mais j'adore ça. Et les autres ils ont bu aussi un peu de vin rouge. J'ai pris du fromage et mes amis ont mangé des glaces en dessert.
Après nous sommes allés au cinéma. Comme le cinéma est un peu loin, ils y sont allés en taxi. On est vu un vieux film américain en V.O. Et après le film, nous sommes rentrés directement.

Why I was born there...?

Most of the time wich I am very alone in my room, thinking about the past, yesterday, today and tomorrow...

It makes me very sad, angry, painful and hopeless, not because I'am alone, due to I can not forget my past times, I'am unable to stop thinking, and it is really difficult to do that, not very long ago, it was yesterday, today and tomorrow. Sometime I am loaded of many questions...

hard and unanswerable questions, philosophic questions that makes me feel ... I feel ....

What is the difference among the poor children in Afghanistan and the children in Europe...?

Why in Afghanistan.... Why no one understand the poor children, even their family, their parents, the mothers and the fathers...I am in France now ...When I see the parents playing with their kids, pating their kids

When I see a mother which is laughing to her child, immediately, I remember my past time, all that horrible situations, violences, comes to my mind. Sometimes when I am talking to my teacher about all these situation in Afghanistan she says: I have got the chance to be born in Frnce. I'm just so glad to be where I live.

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Here are some videos from all that violences

There is another video wich shows that...

Hyganic situation in Afghanistan

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What does it love mean...!!??

One day I was walking around with my friend during the way coming from school. She is come from Tunisia, her name is Thouraya, and she is muslim too. I love her so much, of course just as a friend not as a girlfriend, she was talking about how we can undrestand the love or how we can hear the word of love and what does it mean exactly?

Don't you think that, it is a very important question?

As far as I experienced, many times we have got many problems how to make understand the others or the person that you love him or her,the problem with our world is that people rarely listen to each other. They hear the words, but they don’t listen to the actions that accompany the words or the expression on the face. Or people listen only for rejection or misunderstanding. They do not see the love that is there just beneath the surface, even if the words are angry. We have to force ourselves to really listen for love.

We say ‘I love you’ in many ways - with birthday gifts, and little notes, with smiles and sometimes with tears. Sometimes we show our love by just keeping quiet and not saying a word, at other times by speaking out, even harshly. We show our love sometimes by impulsiveness.

Many times we have to show our love by forgiving someone who has not listened to the love we have tried to express. The problem is listening for love is that we don’t always understand the language of love, which the other person is using. A girl may use tears or emotions to say what she wants to say, and her boyfriend may not understand her because he expects her to be talking his language.

We have to listen for love in those around us. If we listen intently we will discover that we are a lot more loved than we realise.

A Woman’s Lot in Kabul

Ok, on this post I am going to give you an image from my poor country, Afghanistan. And the woman's lot in kabul or all over the nation, lower than a house cat's.

But i would like to introduce or sugesst you to read a book by the name: Kite Runner, wich has been written by an afghan writer. The author has tried to give an intimat look or image from Afghanistan, his name is Khalid husseini.

Thinking us from Afghanistan in the final days of the monarchy to the present, The Kite Runner is the unforgettable, beautifully told story of the friendship between two boys growing up in Kabul. Raised in the same household and sharing the same wet nurse, Amir and Hassan nonetheless grow up in different worlds: Amir is the son of a prominent and wealthy man, while Hassan, the son of Amir's father's servant, is a Hazara, member of a shunned ethnic minority. Their intertwined lives, and their fates, reflect the eventual tragedy of the world around them. When the Soviets invade and Amir and his father flee the country for a new life in California, Amir thinks that he has escaped his past. And yet he cannot leave the memory of Hassan behind him.The Kite Runner is a novel about friendship, betrayal, and the price of loyalty. It is about the bonds between fathers and sons, and the power of their lies. Written against a history that has not been told in fiction before, The Kite Runner describes the rich culture and beauty of a land in the process of being destroyed. But with the devastation, Khaled Hosseini also gives us hope: through the novel's faith in the power of reading and storytelling, and in the possibilities he shows for redemption.

Getting stared to ...

Let me start by saying that I am as happy as can be. At first it is right to say,I am not sure where to start, I am not sure from where to write, but I just know this I have to write, I just know this I am very in need to write, I just know this, this is the only way to relax and calm down.There is no one to cantact with, except my pen and the paper, the time or the moment wich I am very alone I am trying to talk with my pen and paper.From now on I have decided to write here, some times in frech and some times in english, I am trying to write from my country that is named Afghanistan and all that junks wich is going on there and I am trying to place in, some photo's too.