Her mind is a haunted house.

The bullet that has hit us Muslims today left the gun centuries ago when we let the clergy decide that knowledge and education were not important.

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

To visit certain streets was to realise that only the sky remained unchanged there.

There are no innocent people in a guilty nation.

Nothing is an accident: it's always someone's fault; perhaps-but no one teaches us how to live with our mistakes. Everyone is isolated, alone with his or her anguish and guilt, and too penetrating a question can mean people are not able to face one another the next day.

History is the third parent.