It is impossible to read Hosseini’s novels without feeling at times that your heart is being ripped out and yet somehow you finish the novel feeling as if you have been given a very special gift’ *****
I swear, since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy. The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The distracted birds can’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare. A Rumi poem, one from Mullah Shekib’s teachings.