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People say that eyes are windows to the soul. Never was that more true than with Ali, who could only reveal himself through his eyes.
The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born.
his life of unrequited loyalty drifting from him like the windblown kites he used to chase.
lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty.
