Occupation: Novelist Birth: March 4, 1965
She passed these years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the….
Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words….
Marriage can wait, education cannot..
There will be no floating waway. There will be no other reality tonight..
Life just doesn't care about our aspirations, or sadness. It's often random, and it's often stupid and it's often completely unexpected, and the clos….
I have a particular disdain for Islamic extremism, and of course, in both 'The Kite Runner' and 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' that's obvious..
You can not stop you from being who you are..
I see America has infused you with the optimism that has made her so great.
My father and I did work for a while at the flea market and there really are rows of Afghans working there, some of whom I am related to..
It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make ANYTHING all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the ….
If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I'd cut loose my pain, my longing..
You have think tanks like the widely respected Atlantic Council that have published reports in the past year that have called Afghanistan a failing s….
I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night..
At times , he didn't understand the meaning of the Koran's words . But he said he liked the enhancing sounds the arabic words made as they rolled off….
yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways and move them to overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism.
In Afghan society, parents play a central role in the lives of their children; the parent-child relationship is fundamental to who you are and what y….
Mariam lay on the couch, hands tucked between her knees, watched the whirlpool of snow twisting and spinning outside the window. She remembered Nana ….
The bewildering success of my books continues to surprise me..
It turned out that, like Satan, cancer had many names..
She wished she could visit Mariam's grave, to sit with her awhile, leave a flower or two. But she sees now that it doesn't matter. Mariam is never ve….
I don't know whom or what he was defying. [...] [M]aybe the God he had never believed in..