Writing For Me Is Largely About Rewriting.

I Laughed. Partly At The Joke, Partly At How Afghan Humor Never Changed. Wars Were Waged, The Internet Was Invented, And A Robot Had Rolled On The Surface Of Mars, And In Afghanistan We Were Still Telling Mullah Nasruddin Jokes.

As Far As I Know, He Never Asked Where She Had Been Or Why She Had Left And She Never Told. I Guess Some Stories Do Not Need Telling.

It Was You Nabi. It Was Always You. Didn't You Know?

[flying Kite With My Friends] Is One Of The Seminal Memories Of Growing Up For Me.

Like A Compass Needle That Points North, A Man's Accusing Finger Always Finds A Woman. Always.