I’ll die if you go. The Jinn will come, and I’ll have one of my fits. You’ll see, I’ll swallow my tongue and die. Don’t leave me, Mariam jo. Please stay. I’ll die if you go.

People learned to live with the most unimaginable things.

You've always been a tourist here. You just didn't know it.

Kabul was very popular with the hippies in the Sixties and Seventies. It was very quiet and peaceful.

You say their stories, it is gift they give you.

America was different. America was a river, roarng along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.