Badghis Province
Bādghīs (Pashto/Persian: بادغیس) is one of the thirty-four provinces of Afghanistan, located in the northwest of the country next to Turkmenistan. The name means "home of the winds" in Persian and Pashto languages, referring to the steppe winds that blow into the province from the north and northwest. Badghis is irrigated by the Murghab and Hari rivers. Its northern border extends to the edge of the desert of Sarakhs. Badghis includes the Chul formations through which the Turkmen-Afghan boundary runs. The province was carved out of portions of Herat Province and Meymaneh Province in 1964 and has a total area of 20,591 km2. It is counted as one of the most underdeveloped of the country's 34 provinces. Qala i Naw, a small town halfway between Maimana and Herat, serves as the provincial center.
History
The province was one of the last captured by the Taliban in their military offensive before the American invasion in 2001. The province was quickly retaken by Northern Alliance forces as the United States initiated hostilities, which was followed by a brutal cleansing of the Pashtun minority in the province.
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by: Paddy CaseyEverything is sold
For highway's guns and gold
The earth, the sky, the sea
Future and history
This is not how it's supposed to be
And those who died to set us free
Must be ashamed of our liberty
In a self serving society
Where computers are a deity
And everything's about the me
We sit by and watch it all die
Trained not to try
As the ghosts begin to cry
This is not how it's supposed to be
And those who died to set us free
Must be afraid of our liberty
In a self serving society
Where computers are a deity
And everything's about the me
The parade is all lies
It's a death march in disguise
Where we bury our hearts
So we can play our parts
In a self serving society
Where computers are a deity
And everything's about the me
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The prophets are all there as well
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No this is not how it's supposed to be
And those who died to set us free
Must be ashamed of our liberty
And Christ gets locked up in a cell
The prophets are all there as well