The Broken Circle: A Memoir of Escaping Afghanistan

by Enjeela Ahmadi-Miller

An even deeper mystery I wrestled with was that I believed we existed in the hands of God. He evidently carries us with a light touch. He does not clench his fist around us and force any of us to hate or love—these are choices.

This was a land of bright colors in so many shades, and I felt like a dull shadow. Like the dun-colored mountains of my homeland.