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Perspective was a luxury when your head was constantly buzzing with a swarm of demons.
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You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person.
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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 it free money."...Baba walked out of the welfare office like a man cured of a tumor. "
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Inside Laila too a battle was being waged : guilt on one side, partnered with shame, and, on the other, the conviction that what she and Tariq had done was not sinful; that it had been natural, good, beautiful, even inevitable, spurred by the knowledge that they might never see each other again.
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On a high mountain I stood, And cried the name of Ali, Lion of God. O Ali, Lion of God, King of Men, Bring joy to our sorrowful hearts.
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god
muslim
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She said there was comfort to be found in the permanence of mathematical truths, in the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answer may be elusive, but they could be found. They were there, waiting, chalk scribbles away
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n nshr '`mlk `l~ lwH@ `lnt hw 'mr khTy , nh 'mwr yqwm bh lnsn bSmt , bkrm@ .. lHsn ly`ny twqy` lshykt llns `l~ lml' !
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Mariam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A..
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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 her mouth, as he spoke throughout the door and promised that he would come back for her. She stood there until he tired, until he gave u , and then she listened to his uneven footsteps until they faded, until all was quiet, save for the gunfir..
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Because a society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated, Laila. No chance.
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You are lucky." "How so?" "To know where you came from." I guess I never gave it much thought.: "Bah, of course not. But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle. Vous comprenez? Like you missed the beginning of a story and now you are in the middle of it, trying to understand."
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Laila remembered how Mammy had dropped to the ground, how she'd screamed, torn at her hair. But Laila couldn't even manage that. She could hardly move. She could hardly move a muscle. She sat on the chair instead, hands limp in her lap, eyes staring at nothing, and let her mind fly on. She let it fly on until it found the place, the good and safe place, where the barley fields were green, where the water ran clear and the cottonwood seeds d..
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She lived in fear of his shifting moods, his volatile temperament, his insistence on steering even mundane exchanges down a confrontational path that, on occasion, he would resolve with punches, slaps, kicks, and sometimes try to make amends for with polluted apologies, and sometimes not.
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How could I be such an open book to him when, half the time, I had no idea what was milling around in his head?
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Who rebels with mathematics?
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A pathetic shadow, torn between her envy and thrill of being seen with Masomma, sharing in the attention as a weed would, lapping up water meant for the lily upstream.
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In a British accent, he tells me his name is Dr.Nawaz, and suddenly I want to be away from this man, because I don't think I can bear what he has come to tell me. He says the boy had cut himself deeply and had lost a great deal of blood and my mouth begins to mutter that prayer again: They had to transfuse several units of red cells- Twice, they had to revive him- namaz, zakat. They would have lost him if his heart hadn't been young an..
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I see the creative process as a necessarily thievish undertaking. Dig beneath a beautiful piece of writing..and you will find all manner of dishonor. Creating means vandalizing the lives of other people, turning them into unwilling and unwitting participants. You steal their desires, their dreams, pocket their flaws, their suffering. You take what does not belong to you. You do this knowingly.
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Only two weeks since he had left, and it was already happening. Time, blunting the edges of those sharp memories.
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Dr. Bashiri, if I ever want to put a curse in someone, I say, 'May God give you a restaurant.
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Make morning into a key and throw it into the well, go slowly , my lovely moon, go slowly.
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The impact had cut your upper lip in two, he had said, clean down the middle. Clean down the middle. Like a harelip.
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He was a visionary or a fool I have found the line perilously thin myself
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I see a creative process as a necessarily thievish undertaking. Dig beneath a beautiful piece of writing, Monsieur Boustouler, and you will find all manner of dishonor. Creating means vandalizing the lives of other people, turning them into unwilling and unwitting participants. You steal their desires, their dreams, pocket their flaws, their suffering. You take what does not belong to you. You do this knowingly.
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But time can be a greedy thing- sometimes it steals all the details for itself
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hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.
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descriptive-writing
love-of-home
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Out beyond ideas
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And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.
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lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty.
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If thou art indeed my father, then hast thou stained thy sword in the life-blood of thy son. And thous didst it of thine obstinacy. For I sought to turn thee unto love, and I implored of thee thy name, for I thought to behold in thee the tokens recounted of my mother. But I appealed unto thy heart in vain, and now is the time gone for meeting.
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I just think these people, everything they've been through, we should respect them... By 'we', I mean people like Timur and me. 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 to them... I'm rambling.
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They would make new lives for themselves--peaceful, solitary lives--and there the weight of all that they'd endured would lift from them, and they would be deserving of all the happiness and simple prosperity they would find.
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It blistered the eyes , beauty like hers .
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I was the lucky one because I was protected by my youth. Je pouvais oublier. I still had the luxury of forgetting. He did not.
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What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.
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There is a way to be good again For you, a thousand times over Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything 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 A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie
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Do you even know how strong God has made you? she said. How strong and good He has made you?
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When you kill a man, You steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, Rob his children of a father.
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I used to picture us as two leaves, blowing miles apart in the wind yet bound by the deep tangled roots of the tree from which we had both fallen.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.
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There's no monster...just a beautiful day.
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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 I was free to do as I wished, but I found the freedom illusory, for what I wished for the most had been taken from me. They say, find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your l..
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Now, no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft.
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Every woman needed a husband. Even if he did silence the song in her.
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