At last, she makes her choice. She turns around, drops her head, and walks toward a horizon she cannot see. After that, she does not look back anymore. She knows that if she does, she will weaken.

Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone.

Usually in films, when Muslims pray, it's either before or after they've blown something up.

Kabul was a thriving cosmopolitan city with its vibrant artistic, intellectual and cultural life. There were poets, musicians, and writers. There was also an influx of western culture, art, and literature in the '60s and '70s.

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

Marriage can wait, education cannot.

It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime.