I was reading so much about myself in the papers that was not me.

For once, she expected some emotion from him; and an emotion would be the equivalent of seeing him broken. She did not know what it was about him that had always made her want to see him broken.

See, it's not that I'm jealous of others. I just don't understand why they can be happy and I can't.

Mariam always held her breath as she watched him go. She held her breath and, in her head, counted seconds. She pretended that for each second that she didn't breathe God would grant her another day with Jalil.

Written By Khaled Hosseini

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