I think the emancipation of women in Afghanistan has to come from inside, through Afghans themselves, gradually, over time.

I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But i didn't care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lip. I ran

I give novels as gifts, and there is nothing I like to receive more as a gift.

After all, life is not a Hindi movie.

Hassan couldn't read a first-grade textbook but he'd read me plenty. That was a little unsettling but also sort of comfortable to have someone who always knew what you needed.

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

I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night.