University closure

When the university was closed, my family also forcibly gave Mehtab to her husband. My uncles used to say to my father: "When a girl grows up, it is bad for her to be in her father's house. No school, no study, no work, nothing else to do..."

I had just returned from work after a week. When I walked into the hall. I noticed my father, who was excitedly counting the money bundles with a flower-covered handkerchief next to him. I said hello! He did not give any feedback.
I was surprised. I went to my mother's room. Where did all this money come from? I saw my mother sitting alone and crying.
When I saw my mother, I forgot to say hello and I mistakenly asked: Mother what happened?

My mother, with tears in her eyes, sighed and answered:

" Your father! gives her husband, to mullah Mohammad. Oh, she will become the second wife of mullah! You know that he has a wife. Don't let your father give her husband. Oh God, what can I do? My daughter wanted to become a doctor."

I was parched. I left my mother and ran into Mehtab's room. When I opened the door, I noticed Mehtab unusually gripping herself. She hugs his knees and cries quietly. When she saw me, she wiped her tears and smiled, and stood up. As if nothing happened. I was ashamed of her courage and patience.
I quietly asked her: Mehtab What's up, what's going on?
She made a sad smile and said: There is no special news. Today, Father sold her doctor's daughter! the girls see such things every day in every home.
I asked again: Did father ask you? do you know?
She gave me a terrible look, and I fell in shame.
she claimed: They don't ask about the property to be sold, whether we should sell it or not, they see us as property. Her words were filled with pain. She replied the same thing and placed her head on her knees once again. I didn't know how to answer her queries. I slowly left the room ashamed.
I went to talk to my father. After all, I was his brother, and I wanted to help Mehtab in any way possible. But my father did not listen to my words. As if he was not satisfied. I insisted that do not give her husband. However, my father slapped me. We fought and our voices were raised. I became upset and left the home in the hopes that my absence would convince my father.
For months, I had not heard from them. After a month, my uncle's son taunted me, "Tomorrow is the wedding day," referring to Mehtab's marriage to Mullah Mohammad. Will you not join your sister's marriage?
My body's liquid had run out. My tongue was stuck. I felt helpless. I had no response for my uncle's son. I could tell he was going to make fun of me. I didn't sleep till the morning. I was thinking about Mehtab.
Tomorrow was the wedding day. I took a knife and went to the wedding. I wanted to kill my father together with Mullah.
Many people had gathered to celebrate. Everyone was dancing. But I was waiting in a corner for Mullah and my father to arrive when suddenly my mother's scream filled the whole house. We were scared, what happened? I walked into the room where my mother was. I noticed Mehtab there. She was sound asleep in her bed. Her skin went yellow, and her body froze. unable to breathe We realized she was no longer alive. Everyone gathered around her was sobbing. My mother sobbed:

 "Oh, my child. Oh, my dear girl, oh, my dear doctor, I wish i died in your place..., I raised you for twenty years to watch you die?" 

I couldn't believe it and wanted to scream. I grabbed her shoulders and yelled, Mehtaaaab...!

But she slept peacefully. My attention went to her right hand. She had a pen in her hand and drew a heart on it. My father, Mullah... the entire crowd had gathered. They moved Mehtab and tried to pull the pen from her hand, but they couldn't. She refused to let go. It seemed as though she was fighting those who had taken his pen... No one could possibly steal that pen. All of the mouths were shut. They were all parched.

Everyone knew she was battling for education because she realized that losing knowledge is the true death of the universe.

Written by: Arzoo Noori
Translated by: Asif Yousufi

Rozvazgasht (Yalda Night)

The Hazara people refer to Yalda as "the day of return," Chele as "the first night of winter," and Vazgasht as the day following. Chele (چله), Chela Night (شب چله), and Chelenisheni (چله نیشنی)are Persian words, whereas Yalda is Syriac. Rozvazgasht occurs at the end of fall and the start of winter, which is known as Yalda Night (Shab Yalda). 

Yalda is the Persian Chele, and Chele means "Day and Return" to the Hazaras. This is the shortest night of the year. The reason for not addressing it is that the light, brightness, and life that died, and the night, darkness, and gloom overcome, will return, and the day and night will occur. The night of Chaleh (Yalda) is the night of the day of return. The night of Chale (Yalda) is the night when the day begins to lengthen from the day following. The first day of Jadi (Persian Month 1st month of winter called in Afghanistan Jadi) is known as the day of return.

Yalda night, or the longest night of the year, is one of our people's most beautiful nights, with many traditions and ceremonies ranging from eating watermelon, Pomegranate, and many other things to Hafiz reading and poetry night. Yalda night is an excuse to be together.

Fortunately, on November 30, 2022, Chale/Yalda night was recognized by UNESCO as a shared intangible cultural heritage between Afghanistan and Iran, bringing joy to followers of this historic tradition.

A peot by Ali Madad Rezwani:

يلدا، نه شب که ماه دل‌آراي کابل است

ماه تمام در دل شب هاي کابل است

از پشت ابر، نه که اين بُرقع سياه

با اضطراب، محو تماشاي کابل است

او غصه مي خورد، به گمانم که تا هنوز

اندوهگينِ روزِ مباداي کابل است

تا صبح آه و ناله‌ي ما را شنيده است

تا صبح، او به فکر مداواي کابل است

مي‌گفت جنگ نه، خرابي و رنج، نه

دنبال کشفِ تازه معناي کابل است

با روسريِ آبيِ خود پاک مي کند

او هرچه گرد بر رخ فرداي کابل است

آري، براي من، من شاعر يقين کنم

يلدا، نه شب که دختر زيباي کابل است

Set the difference between React class component and React functional component

Front-end frameworks and libraries are increasingly becoming an integral component of the current web development stack. React.js is a front-end package that has progressively become the JavaScript community's go-to framework for modern web development.

What is React?

React is a JavaScript library for creating user interfaces that are declarative, fast, and customizable. It's the letter 'V' in MVC. 

ReactJS is an open-source, component-based front-end library that is only responsible for the application's display layer and React developed by Facebook.

One of React's fundamental building pieces is the component. In other words, we can say that every application you will develop in React will be made up of pieces called components. Components make the task of building UIs much easier. You can see a UI broken down into multiple individual pieces called components and work on them independently and merge them all in a parent component which will be your final UI.

 There are two methods for creating components in React: 

• Functional components
• Class components 

Functional Components: Functional components are simply javascript functions. We can create a functional component in React by writing a javascript function. These functions may or may not receive data as parameters

const Demo=()=>
{
    return <h1>Hello World!</h1>;
}

Class Components: The class components are a little more complex than the functional components. The functional components are not aware of the other components in your program whereas the class components can work with each other. We can pass data from one class component to other class component. We can use JavaScript ES6 classes to create class-based components in React.

class Demo extends React.Component
{
    render(){
          return <h1>Hello World!</h1>;
    }
}

Before we go any further, it's important to understand why functional components were established to replace the class component. According to the React team, the following are the reasons for including hooks in functional components:

• It is difficult to reuse stateful logic between class components.
• In the class component, complex components are difficult to grasp.
• Class confuses both humans and machines.