Sometimes, Soraya Sleeping next to me, I lay in bed and listened to the screen door swinging open and shut with the breeze, to the crickets chirping in the yard. And I could almost feel the emptiness in Soraya's womb, like it was a living, breathing thing. It had seeped into our marriage, that emptiness, into our laughs, and our love-making. And late at night, in the darkness of our room, I'd feel it rising from Soraya and setting between us. Sleeping between us. Like a newborn child.
Khaled HosseiniTags: pain
the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion
Khaled HosseiniThe impact had cut your upper lip in two, he had said, clean down the middle. Clean down the middle. Like a harelip.
Khaled HosseiniAnd one more thing...You will never again refer to him as 'Hazara boy' in my presence. He has a name and it's Sohrab.
Khaled HosseiniYour job today is to pass gas. You do that and we can start feeding you liquids. No fart, no food.
Khaled HosseiniTags: love guilt honor redemption
Years later, I learned an English word for the creature that Assef was, a word for which a good Farsi equivalent does not exist: sociopath.
Khaled HosseiniTags: evil sociopathy psychopathy
You've always been a tourist here. You just didn't know it.
Khaled HosseiniNot a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything
Khaled HosseiniYes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?
Khaled HosseiniI see America has infused you with the optimism that has made her so great
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