“What’s the sense schooling a girl like you? It’s like shining a spittoon. And you’ll learn nothing of value in those schools. There is only one, only one skill a woman like you and me needs in life, and they don’t teach it in school. Look at me.” “You should not speak like this to her, my child,” Mullah Faizullah said. “Look at me.” Mariam did. “Only one skill. And it’s this: tahamul. Endure.”
