A society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated...
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:...
If culture was a house, then language was the key to the front door, to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, without proper home or a legimate identity.
Mariam is in Laila's own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand suns.
She studies mathematics at the Sorbonne.....- Perhaps it's her way of rebelling. You know a thing or two about rebellion, I think.- Yes, but I did it in the proper way. I drank and smoked and took lov...
كانت الشوارع مملوءة بالجثث، والزجاج، وأكوام من القطع المعدنية. كان هناك نهب، قتل، وبشكل متزايد، الاغتصاب، والذى استخدم لترويع المدنيين ومكافأة لرجال الميليشيات. سمعت مريم عن نساء قتلن أنفسهن خوفا من أ...
أن تملك ثم تفقد أكثر إيلامًا من ألا تملك أصلًا
She is the of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.
You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel.
You say you felt a presence, but I only sensed an absence. A vague pain without a source. I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.
That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
Make morning into a key and throw it into the well,go slowly , my lovely moon, go slowly.
Look at me, Mariam.'Reluctantly, Mariam did.Nana said, 'Learn this now and learn it well, my daughter: Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. Yo...
Joseph shall return to Canaan, grieve not,Hovels shall turn to rose gardens, grieve not.If a flood should arrive, to drown all that's alive, Noah is your guide in the typhoon's eye, grieve not.
I wanted to tell them that, in Kabul, we snapped a tree branch and used it as a credit card. Hassan and I would take the wooden stick to the bread maker. He'd carve notches on our stick with his knife...
I don't know whom or what he was defying. [...] [M]aybe the God he had never believed in.
Her şeye, devasa olasılık oranlarına rağmen, kontrol edemediğin bir dünyanın, kaybetmeyi kaldıramayacağın tek şeyi elinden almayacağına dair, son derece tekinsiz ve akıl almaz aptallıkta bir inanç duy...
For courage, there must be something at stake. I come here with nothing to lose.
Each snowflake was a sigh heard by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. All the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below...
And that, I believe, is what true redemption is, Amir Jan, when guilt leads to good.