In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could—a look, a whisper, a moan—to salvage from perishing to preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all.


A Thousand Splendid Suns (ed. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2009) - ISBN: 9781408803738


In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a...

In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a...

In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a...

In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a...