not much to comment on this. just a short glimpse of afghanistan...some cultural aspects...and the change from peace to troubles...
most striking thing, perhaps what the whole novel leads up to, was when it talks about how forgiveness just crept in.
"I slipped the picture back where I had found it. Then I realized something: That last thought iI had brought no sting with it. Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night."
i guess many things are like that. not just bitterness. but even sadness....it harps on you so much, u feel desperate....but suddenly, u're fine and u never worry. though it may not last, the sadness did not go away with a boom. neither does glory always come with fanfare. something you achieve something, and it's just that. maybe scoring a winning goal in the world cup finals would be different.
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