Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words. Mine was Baba. His was Amir. My name. Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter of 1975 โand all that followedโ was already laid in those first words.
Khaled Hosseinithe past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion
Khaled HosseiniMust have been quite the culture shock, going there.โ โYes it was.โ Idris doesnโt say that the real culture shock has been in coming back.
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