Afghanistan is the land of my past, the place where I had laughed and cried, but it was no longer my home.
The night is a great teacher, but few are willing to learn.
Every story is a lie until someone believes it.
One is the happiest thing is that somebody loves you.When you are at my time， I absent-minded，When I come to you， when you have gone.We are always in a meeting to miss， losing a lot of.However， I want to say this is because we are still young.No， perhaps this is our life.From then on， I always looked back the road.
Architecture is the learned game, correct and magnificent, of forms assembled in the light.