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Afghanistan had collapsed and everyone's life now lies broken at different levels within the rubble.

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Afghanistan had collapsed and everyone's life now lies broken at different levels within the rubble.

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About Nadeem Aslam

Nadeem Aslam FRSL (born 11 July 1966 in Gujranwala, Pakistan) is a British Pakistani novelist. His debut novel, Season of the Rainbirds, won the Betty Trask and the Author's Club First Novel Award. His critically acclaimed second novel Maps for Lost Lovers won Encore Award and Kiriyama Prize; it was shortlisted for International Dublin Literary Award, among others. Colm Tóibín described him as "one of the most exciting and serious British novelists writing now".
His most recent book is The Golden Legend (2017).