Mariam lay on the couch, hands tucked between her knees, watched the whirlpool of snow twisting and spinning outside the window. She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved b...
Kendi budalalığı yüzünden kendine ateş püskürüyor. Kendini bir ömür boyu sürecek bir endişeye ve acıya böyle balıklama, canı gönülden attığı için. Delilikti bu yaptığı. Tam bir çıldırmışlık. Her şeye,...
Kabul had become a city of ghosts for me. A city of harelipped ghosts. America was different. America was a river, roaring along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown...
James Parkinson. George Huntington. Robert Graves. John Down. Now this Lou Gehrig fellow of mine. How did men come to monopolize disease names too? I blink and my mother blinks back, and then she is l...
It's wrong to hurt even bad people. Because they don't know any better, and because bad people sometimes become good.
It's a funny thing, Markos, but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really what guides them is what they're afraid of. What they don't want.
In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things.
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
Hassan and I were stunned. Dazed. John Wayne didn’t really speak Farsi
Es ist besser von der Wahrheit verletzt als mit einer Lüge getröstet zu werden.
Dostet darum. I love you. I love you back, she said. I could hear the smile in her words. And be careful.
Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.
Blood is a powerful thing
And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of...
All my life, I'd been around men. That night, I discovered the tenderness of a woman.
Afghans cherish custom but abhor rules. And so it was with kite fighting. The rules were simple: No rules. Fly your kite. Cut the opponents. Good luck.
A creative writing teacher at San Jose State used to say about clichés: 'Avoid them like the plague.' Then he'd laugh at his own joke. The class laughed along with him, but I always thought clichés go...
She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up into the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke silentl...
يرغمون الأولاد على الإنضمام الى المجاهدين فى وضح النهار وتحت تهديد السلاح، يسحبونهم من الشوارع. وعندما يمسكهم جنود ميليشيا معادية يعذبونهم بالكهرباء وينتزعون خصيّهم بالكماشة. يجبرونهم على أن يقودونهم...
إنه قدرنا في الحياة يا مريم , يجب علي نساء مثلنا التحلي بالصبر