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“به تماشای بچه ها مشغول شد. آنها با بی حالی روی جمن به دنبال هم مبدوبدند، از تکه چوبی به عنوان تفنگ استفاده میکردند و با دهانشان صدای گلوله در می آوردند و با دویدنشان توده ای از خاک به هوا میفرستادند. مشغول جنگ بازی بودند. چهار پسر. دیروز پنج نفر بودند.”

Quote by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Book:Half of a Yellow Sun
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Half of a Yellow Sun

This novel delves into the complex social and political landscape of Nigeria during the 1960s, focusing on the lives of characters caught in the midst of the Biafran War. The story intertwines personal relationships with historical events, offering a poignant and insightful look at the human cost of conflict. more

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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is a renowned Nigerian author whose works delve into the intricacies of African life and identity. Born on September 15, 1977, she has garnered international recognition for her novels and short stories. more

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