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Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.
A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed, it won’t stretch to make room for you.
Behind every trial and every sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.”
Marriage can wait, education cannot.
Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.
“Tell your secret to the wind, but don’t blame it for telling the trees.”
“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”
