Khaled Hosseini - Blog Posts

"Wife" by Mitski is Mariam's theme song.

I cannot bear you a son/but I will try/for if I am not yours, what am I?/I daydream I'd give one a name of my own/For I, even I, even I am alone

I said what I said.

uh so i just read a thousand splendid suns. and what the fuck? books like these truly change my perspective on life and make me rethink everything i've ever known. and the root of all evil in this world is patriarchy.

Redesigned a book cover for 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' by Khaled Hosseini.

Never have I felt this wretched by a book, never! Being weak at heart I intentionally avoid reading disturbing books but I just couldn't resist this one. I finished this in two sittings, first half out of excitement of starting and the second half of wanting to see it throught the end. I had already been warned about part 3, but reading it was one of the most bravest reading I've ever done, NGL. Part 3 was so dreadful, treacherous, exhilarating I could feel a knot in my throat just reading it, I was literally squeezing on anything in hold to let the feeling subside. At points I felt I should just leave it but I knew it wouldn't leave me alone, so I saw through it. Towards the end I had developed major trust issues and just waited for how worse it could go, it did worsen and worsen but the two of them saw through it two, the third could not. I was numb. As much of a hopeless romantic I am I wouldn't dare to say all's well that ends well NOOO!!! I'd rather have them be seperated than go through all that they had to go through.

The worst part is that it's not just fiction, it's a reality of thousands and thousands of women around the world, it was the same 100 years ago and even today in not just war stricken Afghanistan but also in the society we live in. All the freedom and alternatives we take for granted would feel like heaven to those women. And calling out all the stupid illiterate donkeys who twist religion to impose their will on women, when they themselves know what kind of assholes they are. Prepare your excuses well for the day of judgement.

"One could never count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,

Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls"

Had to pick it up again this women's day.

To the women in Afghanistan and the women in the USA and the women across the globe.

The struggle never ends. The despair never stops. The rage is ever growing.

Rest in Power Mariam Jo.

“For you, a thousand times over.”

— Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

thinking about this book again ,,,

I recently finished reading the kite Runner and oh my god was it eye opening. By the end of it, I was bawling my eyes out, and my lids hurt from being pressed down so tight. But even in the darkness of humane sorrow I saw a fleeting glimpse of turmoil that countless children like Hassan—and later Sohrab face. Not just in Afghanistan, but all over the world. Aptly, there's a lot of children in the world, but not enough childhood of each.

Humanity is weird. It pats your back, consoling you that there is good in the world one moment, and the next time you're looking at your scars in your mirror at your home, you can hear the voices of the same humanity, whispering in your ear that you're impure, for Sohrab; that you're a monster, for Amir; and lastly, you're illegitimate, loyal to your grave like a dog, and naive, for Hassan.

2 boys. Then 3 men. And 2 exemplary mentors. And 2 wilful women.

9 people. One story. One fate. One destiny. But many versions, many unheard rhapsodies.

Welcome home, Hassan. You'll eventually be loved proudly and boldly from the people you love. Welcome home, Amir. You'll eventually learn that what you did was wrong, but you were an affection starved child, and that isn't your fault. Welcome home, Sohrab. You aren't dirty or sinful, the dark corners of the world are.

For all of them, a thousand times over.

“I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t. I just watched. Paralyzed.”

-Khaled Hosseini, The kite runner

"That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years".

-Khaled Hosseini, The kite runner

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,

Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

Currently Reading: The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

I just started this, and it's very good so far. I'm nervous though, I've heard its very sad. 

Has anybody read this?

Hosseini, Khaled. And the Mountains Echoed.