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“When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.”

Quote by Khaled Hosseini

Work

The Kite Runner: Rejacketed

This reissued edition of 'The Kite Runner' presents a poignant narrative set in Afghanistan, focusing on the complex relationship between two boys and the profound impact of their choices on their lives and futures. more

Author

Khaled Hosseini
Khaled Hosseini

Khaled Hosseini is an Afghan-American novelist, best known for his novel 'The Kite Runner,' which has become a global bestseller. The story, centered around themes of friendship, betrayal, and redemption, has resonated with readers worldwide. Hosseini's works often focus on the history and culture of Afghanistan, as well as the complexities of human nature. more

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