It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.

I’ll die if you go. The Jinn will come, and I’ll have one of my fits. You’ll see, I’ll swallow my tongue and die. Don’t leave me, Mariam jo. Please stay. I’ll die if you go.

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

After all, life is not a Hindi movie.

Mostly, though, I dream of good things...I dream that flowers will bloom in the streets..again and music will play in the...houses and kites will fly in the skies.

At the time we are focusing our efforts primarily on building shelters for refugees. Homelessness in Afghanistan is a huge problem.

I read actual physical books and have thus far avoided the electronic lure.