[003 mimic#2 non scientific] A Thousand Splendid Suns_Hailey

A Thousand Splendid Suns

Khaled Hosseini

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Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye 
Through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs 
And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls
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The poem Kabul, by Saib-e Tabrizi

Laila watches Mariam glue strands of yarn onto her doll’s head. In a few years, this girl will be a woman who will make small demands on life, who will never burden others, who will never let on that she too has had sorrows, disappointments, dreams that have been ridiculed. A woman who will be like a rock in a riverbed, enduring without complaint, her grace not sullied but shaped by the turbulence that washes over her. Already Laila sees something behind this young girl’s eyes, something deep in her core, that neither Rsheed nor the Taliban will be able to break. Something as hard and unyielding as a block of limestone. Something that, in the end, will be her undoing and Laila’s salvation.

First trial

Laila watches Mariam glue strand of yarn onto her doll’s head. After several years, this small girl will grow up to a woman who has small demand on life, who will never burden others, who will never let on that she too has sorrow, has disappointment, and dreams that have been ridiculed. A woman who is like a rock in the riverbed, enduring and no complaint, her grace not sullied but shaped by the turbulence of the water flow. Laila has seen inside of this girl’s eyes, is a deep core, something neither Rsheed nor Taliban could break, something as hard as the limestone, something that causes her own undoing, but Laila’s salvation.

Second trial

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