Even your graffiti artists spray Rumi on the walls
They rarely look at Baba -- the teenagers -- and then only with cold indifference, or even subtle disdain, as if my father should have known better than to allow old age and decay to happen to him.
It would be erroneous to say Sohrab was quiet. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. Sohrab's silen...
There is only one sin, only one, and that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right of a husband, you rob his children of a f...
But they were wasting their time. Because Hassan stood with his arms wide open, smiling, waiting for the kite. And may God—if He exists, that is—strike me blind if the kite didn’t just drop into his o...
خلف كل امتحان وكل ألم نلقاه , فإن لله حكمة في ذلك
Of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
Who rebels with mathematics?
The reputation of a girl ... is a delicate thing. Like a mynah bird in your hands. slacken your grip and away it flies.
The lucky ones, the ones who weren't here when the place was getting bombed to hell. We're not like these people. We shouldn't pretend we are. The stories these people have to tell, we're not entitled...
If there's a God out there, then i would hope he has more important things to attend to than my drinking scotch or eating pork.
Her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.
I'm a pretty uncomplicated person. I live a very simple life with my family and I enjoy very ordinary things.
You’re not going to cry, are you?- I am not going to cry! Not over you. Not in a thousand years.
You're gutless. It's how you were made. And that's not such a bad thing because your saving grace is that you've never lied to yourself about it. Not about that. Nothing wrong with cowardice as long a...
They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death.
That's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does.
People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
Kabul fell prey to men who looked like they had tumbled out of their mothers with Kalashnikov in hand...
I will follow you to the ends of the world.