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“Laila remembered how Mammy had dropped to the ground, how she’d screamed, torn at her hair. But Laila couldn’t even manage that. She could hardly move. She could hardly move a muscle. She sat on the chair instead, hands limp in her lap, eyes staring at nothing, and let her mind fly on. She let it fly on until it found the place, the good and safe place, where the barley fields were green, where the water ran clear and the cottonwood seeds danced by the thousands in the air; where Babi was reading a book beneath an acacia and Tariq was napping with his hands laced across his chest, and where she could dip her feet in the stream and dream good dreams beneath the watchful gaze of gods of ancient, sun-bleached rock.”

Quote by Khaled Hosseini

Book:A Thousand Splendid Suns
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A Thousand Splendid Suns

This novel delves into the lives of two women in Afghanistan, highlighting their struggles and triumphs amidst political turmoil and personal tragedy. The narrative weaves through decades, showcasing the evolving dynamics of their relationships and the resilience of the human spirit in a challenging environment. more

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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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