It’s been a while since i’ve read such a great novel , where i lived with the characters , Maryam and Laila became my best friends , eager to see what life throws at them every chapter.
I kept reading it slowly in order not to say goodbye to those characters.
“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”
Khaled El Hosseini’s way of writing is just amazing, I lived with fear from Taliban ,
I experienced grief in this novel
I experienced loss
Experienced anger towards Maryam’s father “Jalil” where only through his last letter that i could manage that hate , where he wrote “Your undeserving father” For which he is an undeserving father , i think that because of him , Maryam had to marry the monster and lead this life , I hated him a lot through all of the novel’s parts!
“Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone.”
“Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.”
I experienced friendship , Maryam & Layla
I experienced Love , Tariq and Layla
I experienced motherhood ,
I experienced the sweet taste of revenge when Maryam killed the monster “Rasheed”
Such a marvelous novel , such a great author!!
“And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of that field, Mariam uprooted them. She uprooted them and ditched them before they took hold.”
“Though there had been moments of beauty in it Mariam knew that life for most part had been unkind to her.But as she walked the final twenty paces,she could not help but wish for more of it.She wished she could see Laila again , wished to hear the clangor of her laugh , to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up , would not see the beautiful young woman that she would oneday become ,would not get to paint her hands with henna and toss noqul candy at her wedding . She would never play with Aziza’s children. She would have liked that very much , to be old and play with Aziza’s children.
Mariam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes , it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that wshed over her. She thought of her entry into this world , the harami child of a lowly villager , an unintended thing , a pitiable , regrettable accident. A weed , And yet she was leaving the wolrd as a woman who had loved and been loved back.She was leaving it as a friend , a companion , a guardian.A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was no so bad , Mariam thought , that she should die this way. Not so bad.This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings.
And i fell in love .. with a book ..