On the journey towards the beloved, you live by dying at every step

History is the third parent.

How keen everyone is to make this world their home forgetting its impermanence It's like trying to see and name constellations in a fireworks display.

All those who love know exactly the limit they're prepared to go to. They know exactly what is required.

Women joked amongst themselves: 'Why do you think a bride cries on her wedding day? It's for the love that this marriage is putting an end to for all eternity. Men may think a woman has no past- "you were born and then I married you"- but men are fools.

Afghanistan had collapsed and everyone's life now lies broken at different levels within the rubble.

As a writer, my homeland is the desk where I work.