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Khaled Hosseini>>>>

I AM CONVINCED THAT ANYTHING HE WRITES TURNS INTO GOLD.

"Learn this now and learn it well, my daughter: Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always."

"Tell her she's the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart."

“Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.”

“Though there were moments of beauty, Mariam knew for the most part that life had been unkind to her.”

Mariam ... Laila .... Mille splendidi Soli ...

And when he wrote, " each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below. As a reminder of how people like us suffer," she'd said. "How quietly we endure all that falls upon us."

When Khaled Hosseini wrote “a man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.” I had to stop, put the book down and breathe because never had a sentence knocked the breath out of me like that did.

Perhaps this is punishment, for those who have been heartless,

to understand only when nothing can be undone.

~Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

people tend to take things for granted and somehow come up with something to create a more severe damage until no more chances to undo things are left and all of a sudden they get hit with the epiphany!!

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,

Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,

Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns