I may not agree with all or even most of the tribal traditions, but it seems ti me that, out there, people live more authentic lives. They have a sturdiness about them. A refreshing humility. Hospital...
I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel a...
I know. I know. But he's always buried in those books or shuffling around the house like he's lost in some dream. And? I wasn't like that. Baba sounded frustrated, almost angry. Rahim Khan laughed. Ch...
I have lived a long time, and one thing I have come to see is that one is well served by a degree of both humility and charity when judging the inner workings of another person's heart
I don't know whom or what he was defying. [...] [M]aybe the God he had never believed in.
I don't know what this feather means, the story of it, but I know it means he was thinking of me. For all these years. He remembered me.
I didn't remember what month that was, or what year even. I only knew the memory lived in me, a perfectly encapsulated morsel of a good past, a brushstroke of color on the gray, barren canvas that our...
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 saidWhat girls anyway?You're jealous.I'm indifferently curious.You can't be both. He t...
Fuck the Russia
Forse, capire quando non si può più cambiare nulla è la giusta punizione per chi è stato spietato.
Entering my childhood home is a little disorienting, like reading the end of a novel that I’d started, then abandoned, long ago.
Can I ask what you're reading?...She turned the book so the cover faced me. Wuthering Heights. Have you read it? She said. I nodded. I could feel the pulsating beat of my heart behind my eyes. It's a...
But, miraculously, something of her former life remained, her last link to the person she had been before she had become so utterly alone. A part of Tariq still alive inside her, sprouting tiny arms,...
But Laila has decided that she will not be crippled by resentment. Mariam wouldn’t want it that way. ‘What’s the sense?’ she would say with a smile both innocent and wise. ‘What good is it, Laila jo?’...
Bu kentin ne çatılarını ışıldatan ayları sayabilirsin, Ne de duvarlarının gerisine gizlenen bin muhteşem güneşi.
Bir başkasının yüreğini, yüreğinden geçenleri yargılarken, kişi bir miktar da olsa alçakgönüllülükten ve yardımseverlikten nasibini almış olmalı.
Benden beklenen neydi? Bir umut tohumu mu? Seni karanlıktan kurtarması için alınmış bir bilet mi? Yüreğindeki deliği kapatacak bir yara mı? Öyleyse, yeterli olamadım. Yanına bile yaklaşamadım. Acının...
Baba dropped the stack of food stamps on her desk. Thank you but I don't want, Baba said. I work always. In Afghanistan I work, in America I work. Thank you very much, Mrs. Dobbins, but I don't like i...
At the door, she made him promise to go without goodbyes. She closed the door on him. Laila leaned her back against it, shaking against his pounding fists, one arm gripping her belly and a hand across...
And suddenly, just like that, hope became knowledge. I was going to win. It was just a matter of when.