One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
it always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.
I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.
Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.
A society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated...
There are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood.