Rahim Khan laughed. Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.
Por ti lo haria mil veces mas
If you were the poor, suffering was your currency.
I rescued him from the certainty of a turmoil and put him in a turmoil of uncertainty.
He’s a doctor, Timur says. Ah? It must be shocking for you, then. This hospital.
In Afghan society, parents play a central role in the lives of their children; the parent-child relationship is fundamental to who you are and what you become and how you perceive yourself, and it is...
هناك خطيئة واحدة ، واحدة فقط ؛ وهي السرقة ، كل خطيئة أخرى هي وجه آخر للسرقة .هل تفهم ؟ عندما تقتل رجلاً فأنت تسرق حياة، تسرق حق زوجته بزوج ،من أطفاله تسرق أباهم ، عندما تكذب تسرق حق شخص بالحقيقة ، عند...
تتذكر تماما كيف كان الوقت يمر ثقيلا من دونه ، كيف كانت تروح و تجئ وهي تشعر بأنها في حالة ترصد ، غير متوازنة . فكيف لها إذن أن تتعايش مع غيابه الدائم ؟
العالم لا يراك من الداخل، وأنه لا يعبأ بآمالك، وأحلامك، وآلامك التي تعتمل داخلك
إن القصص كالقطارات المتحركة لا يهم من أين تركبها ، لأنك ستصل إلى غايتك آجلا أم عاجلا على متنها ..
I want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.
You know.Know what?That I only have eyes for you.
We stayed huddled that way until the early hours of the morning. The shootings and explosions had lasted less than an hour, but they had frightened us badly, because none of us had ever heard gunshots...
Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.
In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could--a l...
I laughed. Partly at the joke, partly at how Afghan humor never changed. Wars were waged, the Internet was invented, and a robot had rolled on the surface of Mars, and in Afghanistan we were still tel...
He was a visionary or a fool I have found the line perilously thin myself
He said that if culture is 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 a proper home or a legitimate identity.
For a time, I was quite literally at loss as to what to do with myself. For more than half a century I had looked after Suleiman.My daily existence had been shaped by his needs, his companionship. Now...
Father's world was unsparing. Nothing good came free, even love. You paid for all things, and if you were poor, suffering was your currency.