I believe that our heart sees better then our eyes. It is through the heart we find the essence of our being. Follow your heart and you will never fail.

Kabul had become a city of ghosts for me. A city of harelipped ghosts.  America was different. America was a river, roaring along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

You’re not going to cry, are you? - I am not going to cry! Not over you. Not in a thousand years.

Written By Khaled Hosseini

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