Every woman needed a husband, even if he did silence the song in her.
People learned to live with the most unimaginable things.
Give sustenance, Allah. Give sustenance to me.
Regret... when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.
So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one.
No one has to know. No one would. It would be her secret, one she would share with the mountains only. The question is whether it is a secret she can live with, and Parwana thinks she knows the answer. She has lived with secrets all her life.