Clearly the kite runner wasn't a one time thing... Another good book, as measured by my inability/unwillingness to put it down that is...
As soon as she was in Mariam's arms, Aziza's thumb shot into her mouth and she buried her face in Mariam's neck.
Mariam bounced her stiffly, a half-bewildered, half-grateful smile on her lips. Mariam had never before been wanted like this. Love had never been declared to her so guilelessly, so unreservedly.
Aziza made Mariam want to weep.
"Why have you pinned your little heart to an old, ugly hag like me??" Mariam would murmur into Aziza's hair. "Huh? I am nobody, don't you see? A dehati. What have i got to give you?"
I'm talking about "A Thousand Splendid Suns" of course.
p.s. i meant to post this a long time ago... Don't know why i skipped it.
3 comments:
yak mazjar khursheedi bashkuah! I hope you know the meaning of that! This is one of my all time favourites! I can't read it enough no. of times! :)
ooh me wants to read. damn college.
@ ANONYMOUS - I'd be happy to lend it to you... Assuming of course that you're not an ax-murderer... arsonist is fine, even lawyers are bearable, but ax-murderers just give me the creeps... :)
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