The Broken Circle: A Memoir of Escaping Afghanistan

by Enjeela Ahmadi-Miller

I am Afghan, and I am American. I am one fabric of existence: a tapestry of past and present.

I learned to dream there. I also learned that not all the good dreams come true.

He was adamant that a true Muslim didn’t kill other people in order to force their religion on them or hurt other people in a business or personal dispute.

Death and dying were as close to me now as my own beloved sisters.

Most people think birds fly because of the wind. What they don’t see is that there is something more powerful than the wind that lifts them. That is what lifts us as people as well.”

All throughout the world, love speaks to us, what it means to cherish and be kind and to respect each other. If we miss the message, we will get lost. We will lose out on what’s important.”

I thought of boys like I thought about my brothers: they were a lot of help when you needed them and annoying inconveniences the rest of the time.