'Zendagi Migzarà' = 'Life Goes On'.
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'Zendagi Migzarà' = 'Life Goes On'.
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.
If the story had been about anyone else, it would been dismissed as laaf, that Afghan tendency to exaggerate —sadly, almost a national affliction; if someone bragged that his son was a doctor, chances were the kid had once passed a biology test in high school.
"You are afraid, Nana" she could've told her. "You are afraid that I may find the happiness that you have never known. And you don't want me to be happy. You don't want me to have a happy life. It is you who have a despicable heart."
You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel.
To understand when nothing lefts to be done is the right punishment for the ruthless.
I missed you, Hasina. Oh, I missed you too. In Tariq's grimace, Laila learned that boys differed from girls in this regard. They didn't make a show of friendship. They felt no urge, no need, for this sort of talk. Laila imagined it had been this way for her brothers too. Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.
Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.
Every snowflake was the sigh of an unhappy woman somewhere in the world.
It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime...