I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills.
I used to picture us as two leaves, blowing miles apart in the wind yet bound by the deep tangled roots of the tree from which we had both fallen.
I see you've confused what you're learning in school with actual education.
I see a creative process as a necessarily thievish undertaking. Dig beneath a beautiful piece of writing, Monsieur Boustouler, and you will find all manner of dishonor. Creating means vandalizing the...
I noticed Wahid's boys, all three thin with dirt-caked faces and short-cropped brown hair under their skull caps, stealing furative glances at my digital wristwatch....I unsnapped the wristwatch and g...
I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree.I know a sad little fairyWho was blown away by the wind one night.
I do it for the girls.What girls?He smirked. They think it's sexy.It's not.No?I assure you.Not sexy?You look khila, like a half-wit.That hurts, he said.What girls anyway?You're jealous.I'm indifferent...
Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away.
He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn't. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes.
He says this is war. There is no shame in war. Tell him he's wrong. War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.
For you, a thousand times over Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
Do you even know how strong God has made you? she said. How strong and good He has made you?
And this is what I want you to understand, that good, real good, was born out of your father's remorse. Sometimes, I thing everything he did, feeding the poor on the streets, building the orphanage, g...
A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.
and every day I thank [God] that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.
منتشلًا إياه من يقين الاضطراب و ملقيًا به في اضطراب اللايقين
لم يكن من السهل أن تتحمل الطريقة التي يتكلم بها معها، احتقاره لها، إهاناته وسخريته منها.. أن يمر بجانبها كأنها لا شيء أو كأنها قطة في المنزل .. لكن بعد أربع سنوات من الزواج، رأت مريم بوضوح كم يمكن لام...
ان ما يحدث في أيام قليلة وأحيانا يوم واحد حتي, يستطيع تغيير اتجاه المرء كل حياته.
إن القصص كالقطارات المتحركة، لا يهم أبداً من أين تركبها، لأنك ستصل غايتك عاجلاً أم آجلاً علي متنها
Yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways and move them to overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism