It seems that the whole world is beginning to decay, and that its putrefaction has chosen to spread outward from here, from the land of the Pashtuns, where desertification proceeds at a steady, implacable crawl even in the consciences and intellects of men.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the gradual moral and environmental decline in society, particularly in the Pashtun region.
Yasmina Khadra's quote highlights a deep concern for the deteriorating state of the world, beginning with the Pashtun land where environmental degradation and moral decay are inextricably linked. It suggests that such decay not only affects the physical landscape through desertification but also permeates the minds and values of individuals, leading to a widespread loss of integrity and purpose.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech addressing environmental issues to emphasize the interconnectedness of nature and human morality.
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