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Stones into Schools: Promoting Peace with Education in Afghanistan and Pakistan

This book offers a personal account of the author's work in establishing schools in Afghanistan and Pakistan. It explores the challenges and triumphs of promoting education as a means to foster peace and stability in regions affected by conflict. more

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Greg Mortenson
Greg Mortenson

Greg Mortenson is a humanitarian known for his work on educational and medical projects in Pakistan and Afghanistan. He has gained widespread recognition for his efforts in these regions, particularly for his book 'Three Cups of Tea', which details his experiences and achievements. more

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“Already all confusion. Things and imaginings. As of always. Confusion amounting to nothing. Despite precautions. If only she could be pure figment. Unalloyed. This old so dying woman. So dead. In the madhouse of the skull and nowhere else. Where no more precautions to be taken. No precautions possible. Cooped up there with the rest. Hovel and stones. The lot. And the eye. How simple all then. If only all could be pure figment. Neither be nor been nor by any shift to be. Gently gently. On. Careful.”