I promised myself that I would talk to her before the summer was over, but schools reopened, the leaves reddened, yellowed, and fell, the rains of winter swept in and wakened Baba's joints, baby leave...
I cringed a little at the position of power i'd been granted, and all because I had won at the genetic lottery that had determined my sex.
How could I be such an open book to him when, half the time, I had no idea what was milling around in his head?
He was also one of those boys so bursting with energy that he drained others of theirs.
He knew I'd seen everything in that alley, that I'd stood there and done nothing. He knew that I'd betrayed him and yet he was rescuing me once again, maybe for the last time.
Happiness like this is frightening....they only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something away from you
God has granted you a special talent. It's now your duty to hone that talent, because a person who wastes his God-given talents is a donkey.
For a few unfortunate kids, winter did not spell the end of the school year. There were the so-called voluntary winter courses. No kid I knew ever volunteered to go to these classes; parents, of cours...
Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind.
Except that wasn't all. The real fun began when a kite was cut. That was where the kite runners came in, those kids who chased the windblown kite drifting through the neighborhoods until it came spira...
But the game involves only male names. Because, if it's a girl, Laila has already named her
But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle. Vous comprenez? Like you have missed the beginnin...
Because it always falls on the sober to pay for the sins of the drunk.
And that, ...is the story of our country, one invasion after another...Macedonians. Saddanians. Arabs. Mongols. Now the Soviets. But we're like those walls up there. Battered, and nothing pretty to lo...
A sudden happiness catches me unawares. I feel it trickling into me, and my eyes go liquid with gratitude and hope.
A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to lose.
A society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated...
A sadness came over me. Returning to Kabul was like running into an old, forgotten friend and seeing that life hadn’t been good to him, that he’d become homeless and destitute.
A part of me was hoping someone would wake up and hear, so I wouldn't have to live with this lie anymore. But no one woke up and in the silence that followed, I understood the nature of my new curse:...
لا كلمة تتردد بييننا, ليس لأننا لا نجد ما نقوله, و إنما لأننا لسنا مضطرين لقول أي شيء_ هكذا تجري الأمور بين من يمثل بعضهم أولي ذكريات بعض