The rope that pulls you from the flood can become a noose around your neck.
In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things.
Her impulse, her need, to be the corrector of injustices, warden of the downtrodden flock. And
Blood is a powerful thing
I may not agree with all or even most of the tribal traditions, but it seems ti me that, out there, people live more authentic lives. They have a sturdiness about them. A refreshing humility. Hospitality too. And resilience. A sense of pride.
In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity.