But I’ll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.
Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.
All my life, she gave to me a shovel and said, Fill these holes inside of me, Pari.
A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.
A person who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.
A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed, it won’t stretch to make room for you.
A life lived from the back seat, observed as it blured by. An indifferent life.
Stories close the gap and reconcile between what we want life to be and how it actually is.
If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I'd cut loose my pain, my longing.
بعض الناس يخبؤون التعاسة بنفس الطريقة التي يخبئ الآخرون بها الحب ، بخصوصيّةٍ وحدّة ، ودون الإستعانة بأي أحد على مايعصف بهم.
المرء لا يستطيع عد الأقمار المشعة على سقوفها ،، أو الألف شمس المشرقة التي تختبئ خلف جدرانها !!
The past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion
It always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.
Clipped account of a mannered life, a life rich with achievement, grace, respect.
When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the...
What shall I tell you of the years that ensued? You know well the recent history of this beleaguered country. I need not to rehash for you those dark days. I tire at the mere thought of writing it, an...
What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.
To this day, I find it hard to gaze directly at people like Hassan, people who mean every word they say.
That's the real Afghanistan, Agha sahib. That's the Afghanistan I know. You? You've always been a tourist here, you just didn't know it
She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How shr could ever cope with his permanent absence?