M F Moonzajer

A Nobleman from Khorasan M F Moonzajer

A Robin-hood of Afghanistan seasoned with love, passion and nobility. The enemy had crossed oceans and mountains. They had come from Great Britain. Marches of their army had ignited anger and vengeance in every home. Men, women, and children scowled at beardless, long hairy mustached soldiers in the city. Anger had boiled inside the bone and blood of every citizen. They believed the soldiers holding guns and patrolling all over the city were like walking deaths; their blood had frozen like zombies, and their souls were lifeless in their muscles...