Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 4, 1965
I loved him in that moment, loved him more than I'd ever loved anyone, and I wanted to to tell them all that I was the snake in the grass, the monste….
For you, a thousand times over.
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts..
In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things..
I have been involved with the UN refugee agency for a few years now, and we have done events to speak about refugees, focusing more and more on the s….
What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable..
I think the emancipation of women in Afghanistan has to come from inside, through Afghans themselves, gradually, over time..
Michael Bealmear is a philanthropist, and he has become interested in the issue of refugees, and he proposed that we do an event in his community, wh….
Must have been quite the culture shock, going there.” “Yes it was.” Idris doesn’t say that the real culture shock has been in coming back..
Zindagi migzara (life goes on).
Inside Laila too a battle was being waged : guilt on one side, partnered with shame, and, on the other, the conviction that what she and Tariq had do….
In 2004, I took a one year sabbatical to finish my second novel, A Thousand Splendid Suns. At the end of that year, I was not done with my book, and ….
It's a funny thing... but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really, what guides them is what they're afraid….
Educate yourself, learn about what refugees face when they don't have homes, after they have lost everything..
It's often a matter of sitting in front of the computer and worrying. It's what writing comes down to--worrying that things aren't going to work out..
For courage, there must be something at stake. I come here with nothing to lose..
I believe Fabio Celoni's work vividly brings to life not only the mountains, the bazaars, the city of Kabul and its kite-dotted skies, but also the m….
I don't listen to music when I write - I find it distracting..
All my life, I'd been around men. That night, I discovered the tenderness of a woman..
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls..
Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life..