AFG (Afghan Future Generation)

The Afghan Future Generation is comprised of Afghan youths committed and dedicated to developing of the Afghan community on the bases of youth development such as sports, education, leadership and building relationship among youths and others.

The Future Generation is independent of any Afghan Associations and act independently. It works with all Afghans and willing to assist with all Afghan Associations. The Future Generation has organized the Afghan soccer cup resumed on 09/08/2009 by the Assistance of the Council in the City of Casey. The AFG will welcome anyone interested to join us working a head for the betterment of the Afghan future generation in Australia.

Also, the AFG group will be working closely with all relevant Associations and government based agencies associated with community development to address and raise the needs of the Afghan youths and community.
Our Team Members:
Ed M Atahi
Jawid Attai
M Ali Rezai
Maisum Kazimi
Ali Hajo
Ali
Faez

Should you have any enquiry please contact?
Ed M Atahi: 0413 495 802

Its TrUe!“
Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful”

~Ey Sham Ahesta Besoz Ke shab daraz ast...Ey Ashk ahesta berez Ke gham ziad ast~

~Zendagi ejbar ast, marg entezar ast, Ishq yakbar ast, Jodahi deshwar ast, Yade tu tekrar ast ~

Flower of Love

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the
larger day.

From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.

Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled meed.

I had trod the road which Dante treading saw the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening, as they opened to the Florentine.

And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without
name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of
Fame.

I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre's strings are ever strung.

Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out the poppy-seeded wine,
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead, clasped the hand of noble love in
mine.

And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the burnished bosom of the
dove,
Two young lovers lying in an orchard would have read the story of our love;

Would have read the legend of my passion, known the bitter secret of my heart,
Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted as we two are fated now to part.

For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by the cankerworm of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered petals of the rose of youth.

Yet I am not sorry that I loved you -ah! what else had I a boy to do? -
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.

Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest, and when once the storm of youth is
past,
Without lyre, without lute or chorus, Death the silent pilot comes at last.

And within the grave there is no pleasure, for the blindworm battens on the
root,
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree of Passion bears no fruit.

Ah! what else had I to do but love you? God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the Cytheraean rising like an argent lily from the sea.

I have made my choice, have lived my poems, and, though youth is gone in
wasted days,
I have found the lover's crown of myrtle better than the poet's crown of bays.
Oscar Wilde
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aa bhii jaao kii zindagii kam hai

aa bhii jaao kii zindagii kam hai
tum nahii.n ho to har Khushii kam hai

vaadaa kar ke ye kaun aayaa nahii.n
shahar me.n aaj raushanii kam hai

jaane kyaa ho gayaa hai mausam ko
dhuup ziyaadaa hai chaa.Ndanii kam hai

aa_iinaa dekh kar Khayaal aayaa
aaj kal un kii dostii kam hai

tere dam se hii mai.n mukammal huu.N
bin tere terii 'Yamini' kam hai

"Weather"
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--
Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth.
While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,
From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.
He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote
On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote--
For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:
"Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow."

Ambrose Bierce

Poetry
 Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.
 Poetry is man’s rebellion on being what he is.
 Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
 You don’t have to suffer to be a poet. Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
 Poets are like birds: the least thing makes them sing.
 A poem is a form of refrigeration that keeps language from going bad.

Golden Words

 As long as you live, keep learning how to live,
 The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise man grows it under his feet.
 Making mistakes simply means you are learning faster.
 Life is a one way street, and we are not coming back.
 Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.
 Books, like friends should be a few and a well chosen.
 If you want people to think well of you, don’t speak well of yourself.
 Kindness is the noblest weapon to conquer someone.
 You have not failed till you quit trying.
 Children need model rather than critics.
 He who gains victory over other man is strong but he who gains victory over him self is all powerful.
(S N)

When I remember you!

When I remember you!
When I remember you!
My restless soul takes a sigh deep;
My sad sleepless eyes always weep;
My emotion dance with painful grief;
My hope sheds off like a dry pale leaf;
When I remember you!
When I remember you!
My wounds become severe and glad;
Love needs, I understand a heart brave;
My lonely heart sings the saddest song;
It moans nights and days for period long;
When I remember you!
When I remember you!
My spotless love shines with its silvery light;
My wounds, grave than you power of sight;
My love was, is pure, will remain the same,
Cause, in my heart is written only your name.
When I remember you!
When I remember you!
Unbearable becomes the separation, so sudden;
Tears like pearls, behind every smile are hidden,
You slaughtered my every desire, every dream;
O! unkind, still for me, like a healer you seem.
(M R S)

Pearls
Whenever I listen to you,
My heart melts into the pearls of love,
I pick them up from the lap of time,
And throw into the deep sea of thoughts,
To beautify the dept of the sea,
With my great treasure,
My be some day you will dive deep,
To reach them and make them you own.
(H N)

Messiah
The battered souls look for joys
And bound breaths quest for breeze
The scarred minds crave for peace
And wounded hearts desire for ease.

The brimming eyes wait for bliss
And tied tongues cry for words
Men greatly yearn for joyous time
To escape the spears and swords.

O Redeemer of sinful spirits
Come down to end the evil ways
Enforce teachings of Omniscient
And wipe out ugly, gloomy days.

Set free all captive, woeful birds
And fill the air with joys of love
Bestow comfort, justice and grace
And rule the world like King above.
(J A A)
My father
When I open my eyes at first,
I saw the best, my father first,
When I opened my mouth to speak,
The first word said was “papa”
When I began to walk,
I took my first step towards him,
He is a ray of light for me,
He is a moon in dark,
He is my soul, my peace of mind,
His love is first droplet on my heart,
He is my reason to live,
He is never ever second to none,
Whatever I am, I am nothing,
What is – is all his love and his efforts.
(N)

Act Well Your Part
Mercy on poor,
And love for all,
Respect beliefs,
Strengthen your own.
Heaven is judge of every walk;
Act well your part
And take a start.

For we are Man
With bliss of mind.
We know the right
And the reason for wrong.
If you are Man;
Act well your part
And take a start.

You try for peace
With love you cure,
For life is gift
From heaven above
If you know the reason why;
Act well your part
And take a start.
We love all,
For we are taught,
We know you,
You are ours
If we live in God’s heart;
Act well your part
And take a start.

Treat Man with honour,
Reverence and smile.
Work for all regardless of race.
Treat your wounds with love and care;
Act well your part
And take a start.
(A J M)

Each Time My Heart
Each time my heart burns to ashes,
Each moment I live to see the springs,
My dreams and vision shatter in lashes,
When heartless demon cuts my wings.

My words carry my thoughts to all,
But none can feel and see my tears,
The one I want if hears my call,
Can ease my heart, can end my fears,

The garden where flowers bloom in breeze,
I find no bird to sing me song,
All herbs, bushes, plants and tress,
Are dead to me for ages long?

My life! A dream! A riddle! A pain
I search for bliss but reach to grief,
I fight to live but all in vain;
When hope shivers and falls like leaf.

My being just seems a burden, a hell,
At moonless nights, on sunless days,
I hear when cries, sobs and wails,
I lose my thought, my light and ways.

Each time my soul then tries to fly,
Each time Unseen uplifts my heart,
I, then decide to quest for joy,
And learn to live with Godly art.
(J A A)

Admonition
Don’t waste your time,
Don’t waste your time,
Think about your exam,
How can you pass without hard work?
Don’t always play in the ground;
It is not all good and sound,
Study well and improve fast,
Get education with interest,
Always try to learn your best,
Don’t try to be work-shy,
Always respond and comply,
Never break the rules in class,
Always be the top in class.
(S Y)

Selected By Ed Atahi