Quotes About Struggle

Ispovra?ao sam se u žbunje, a moje grcanje i stenjanje bilo je prigušeno zaglušuju?im urlikom MIG-a.

Kembali ke Kabul bagaikan bertemu kembali dengan seorang teman lama yang telah terlupakan dan mendapatinya hidup menderita, jatuh miskin dan menggelandang.

A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bare to lose.

Men always failed Maman in the end. They forever fell disastrously short of whatever ideal she held them up to. What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits and the flinging of cooking utensils and collapse. High drama. Maman was incapable of either starting or ending a relationship without excess.

Pasarele pe carare/Ce se dau in scaldatoare./Iaca vine si-un craiete/Ca sa bea si el cu ele,/Dar sa vezi ce zarva mare,/Se scufunda si dispare.

Hanya ada aku dan Homaira melawan seluruh dunia. Dan aku memberitahumu Amir jan. Pada akhirnya, dunia akan selalu menang. Begitulah dunia berjalan.

soon after we arrived in the U.S., Baba started grumbling about American flies. He'd sit at the kitchen table with his flyswatter, watch the flies darting from wall to wall, buzzing here, buzzing there, harried and rushed. In this country, even flies are pressed for time, he'd groan.

Tapi seperti kata sang penyair; saat cinta menggoda, masalah pun tiba!

All her life, Parwana had made sure to avoid standing in front of a mirror with her sister [...] But in public, every stranger's eye was a mirror. There was no escape

It was a spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to loose. Faith that the world will not destroy you...

lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty

If you went from the Shar-e-Nau section to Kerteh-Parwan to buy a carpet, you risked getting shot by a sniper or getting blown up by a rocket—if you got past all the checkpoints, that was. You practically needed a visa to go from one neighborhood to the other. So people just stayed put, prayed the next rocket wouldn't hit their home.

suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.

He pointed to an old man dressed in ragged clothes trudging down a dirt path, a large burlap pack filled with scrub grass tied to his back. "That's the real Afghanistan, Agha sahib. That's the Afghanistan I know. You? You've always been a tourist here, you just didn't know it.

from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty.

Lagi pula, bukankah semua ayah, di lubuk hati mereka yang terdalam, memiliki keinginan untuk membunuh putra mereka?

I sense something deep inside me drawing me in, tugging at me like an undertow. I want to give in to it, be seized by it. I want to give up my bearings, slip out of who I am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.

she pushing her.

Vi que Farid miraba también, con su mano igualmente amputada colgando a un lado. Me acordé de los hijos de Wahid y... entonces comprendí una cosa: que no abandonaría Afganistán sin encontrar a Sohrab.

Mais la bataille qui se livrait en lui se lisait sur son visage. Et sa peur aussi. Pas seulement celle qu'il éprouvait pour moi et ce qui risquait de m'arriver à 4500 kilomètres de chez nous. Mais aussi la peur qu'il avait de moi. Sa peur de me perdre. Sa peur devant mon absence, de réduire en pièces son coeur mis à nu et vulnérable si je le décidais, comme un doberman déchiquetant un chaton.

The hallway's walls are covered now with posters, of dinosaurs, cartoon characters, the Buddhas of Bamiyan, and displays of artwork by the orphans. Many of the drawings depict tanks running over huts, men brandishing AK-47s, refugee camp tents, scenes of jihad.

My eyes returned to our suitcases. They made me sad for Baba. After everything he'd built, planned, fought for, fretted over, dreamed of, this was the summation of his life: one disappointing son and two suitcases.

But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death.

His parents were executed in the street. The neighbors saw it. You have death certificates? - Death certificates? This is Afghanistan we're talking about. Most people there don't have birth certificates.