“We must live a full life, if only in our hearts,” he said. And so, as usual, our family dinner conversations were about things of the mind: Einstein and Newton, the poets and the philosophers. And, as usual, my brothers and I fought over the remote, over who got the best grades, over anything and everything. Somehow I could ignore the Taliban, but I could not ignore these two annoying characters. Fighting with your brothers, I told my father, is also part of a full life!
