أستمع إلى دقات الساعة في الردهة، ثم أفكر ، في كل التكات والدقائق ، كل الساعات والأيام، الأشهر والسنوات التي تنتظرني، كلها بدونهما، وعندها لا أستطيع التنفس، كأن شيئاً ما يخطو في قلبي... لقد أصبحت ضعيفة...
İzin veriyorum, çünkü belki yardımları dokunur, diyorum. Ama unutup gidiyorlar. Bir daha onlardan haber almıyorum. Onun için de sana soruyorum: Şimdi ne olacak?
İnsanların bu kadar geç kavraması çok tuhaf.İstedikleri şeylere göre yaşadıklarını düşünüyorlar. Yaşamlarına istediklerine göre yön verdiklerini. Oysa işin aslı, onları yönlendirenler korktukları şeyl...
The past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion
Some stories don't need telling
She held her breath, and in her head, counted seconds. She pretended that for each second she didn’t breathe, God would grant her another day
She had hang up knowing that for the rest of her life it would slam into her at random moments, the guilt, the terrible remorse, catching her off guard, and that she would ache to the bones with it. S...
It always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.
It always falls on the sober to pay for the sins of the drunk.
If an avalanche buries you and you’re lying there underneath all that snow, you can’t tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your ow...
All the hardships a person had to face none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
With the passing of time, she would slowly tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long dead. There would come a...
Winter was every kid’s favorite season in Kabul, at least those whose fathers could afford to buy a good iron stove. The reason was simple: They shut down school for the icy season. Winter to me was t...
Where I come from, one wrong look, one improper word, and blood is spilled. Where I come from, a woman's face is her husband's business only.
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...
When the Taliban had found the paintings, Tariq said, they'd taken offence at the birds' long bare legs. After they'd tied the cousin's feet and flogged his soles bloody, they had presented him with a...
Time can be a greedy thing-sometimes it steals the details for itself.
They would make new lives for themselves—peaceful, solitary lives—and there the weight of all that they'd endured would lift from them, and they would be deserving of all the happiness and simple pros...
There will be no floating waway. There will be no other reality tonight.
There is only one sin , only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft