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“The wounds keep getting bigger. But sometimes a little voice comes to whisper in my ear, constantly repeating: ‘They keep fighting, we keep fighting.’ Then the wounds heal faster.”

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Book:War Diary
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Book:The History of Rome, Books 21-30: The War with Hannibal
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“Noor Afzhal looked into Jim’s eyes. “You are not just a fighter anymore,” he told Jim. “You are nangyalee.” In a verse by the seventeenth-century Pashtun poet Khushal Khan Khattak, nangyalee refers to a brave man who also has honor and who never gives up. “A brave man has only two options in the world, to fight to the death or secure victory,” went the famous line. But Noor Afzhal explained the term to Jim as meaning a champion who is both brutal and compassionate. “Nangyalee is a warrior who rides a white horse, and when he sees someone who cannot protect themselves, he rides there with his men and fights for them,” he said. Jim was deeply moved.”

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Author:Louis Yako
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