Khaled Hosseini

Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman.

Then I glanced up and saw a pair of kites, red with long blue tails, soaring in the sky.

What was I doing on this road in the middle of the night? I should have been in bed, under my blanket, a book with dog-eared pages at my side. This had to be a dream. Had to be. Tomorrow morning, I’d wake up, peek out the window: No grim-faced Russian soldiers patrolling the sidewalks, no tanks rolling up and down the streets of my city

morsel of a good pas

For me, America was a place to bury my memories.
For Baba, a place to mourn his.

sk him where his shame is.”
They spoke. “He says this is war. There is no shame in war.”
“Tell him he’s wrong. War doesn’t negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.”

s if on cue, a MiG suddenly screamed past overhead

gave him an ulcer.

Fuck the Russia!

aid in a hoarse voice