Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end…crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads).

Though there were moments of beauty, Mariam knew for the most part that life had been unkind to her.

At that moment, she cannot think of a more reckless, irrational thing than choosing to become a parent.

Laila has moved on. Because in the end she knows that’s all she can do. That and hope.

Perspective [is] a luxury when your head [is] constantly buzzing with a swarm of demons.

At the time we are focusing our efforts primarily on building shelters for refugees. Homelessness in Afghanistan is a huge problem.

If there's a God out there, then i would hope he has more important things to attend to than my drinking scotch or eating pork.