It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.
Khaled Hosseiniit is a heartBreaking sound, Amir Jan, the Wailing of a mother. I pray to Allah you Never hear it.
Khaled HosseiniHer eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away.
Khaled Hosseini