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 HosseiniMots clés 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 HosseiniMots clés 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 HosseiniMots clés 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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