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Khaled Hosseini

Some days, I listen to that clock ticking in the hallway. Then I think of all the ticks, all the minutes, all the hours and days and weeks and months and years waiting for me. All of it without you. And I can’t breathe then, like someone’s stepping on my heart. I get so weak.… Continue reading Khaled Hosseini

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Afghan-American Culture · Afghan-American Literature · Classic · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fiction · Historical Fiction · Novel · Paraphrase · Quote

Khaled Hosseini

I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.… Continue reading Khaled Hosseini

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