You Say Their Stories, It Is Gift

And Yet She Was Leaving The World As A Woman Who Had Love And Been Loved Back. She Was Leaving It As A Friend, A Companion, A Guardian. A Mother. A Person Of Consequence At Last.

You Say Their Stories, It Is Gift They Give You.

Kabul Is... A Thousand Tragedies Per Square Mile.

One Could Not Count The Moons That Shimmer On Her Roofs, Or The Thousand Splendid Suns That Hide Behind Her Walls.

Of All The Hardships A Person Had To Face, None Was More Punishing Than The Simple Act Of Waiting.