“ Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth. ”
I will follow you to the ends of the world.
~ Khaled Hosseini
The problem, of course, was that [he] saw the world in black and white. And he got to decide what was black and what was white. You can't love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a little.
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.
It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime...
