A Thousand Splendid Suns

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  公民塔夫 (Bawitdaba da bang da dang)

  One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls. (更多)

  One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls. (收起)

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  etoile

  She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother A person of consequence at last. No. It was not s bad, Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad... (更多)

  She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother A person of consequence at last. No. It was not s bad, Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings.

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  2011-11-21 15:22:27   回应

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  etoile

  Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but whish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Az... (更多)

  Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but whish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up, would not see the beautiful young woman that she would one day become, would not get to paint her hands with henna and toss noqul candy at her wedding. She would never play with Aziza’s children.

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  2011-11-21 15:12:54   回应

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  粉红色大象 (长膘过冬)

  Quotes I've selected. 1. It's a great feeling lying next to each other, so close that you can see each other's pupils' dilating and contracting. 2. Rich men tell rich lies. 3. A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed, it won't stretch to make room for you. 4. Laila had learned a fundamental truth about time: like the accordi... (更多)

  Quotes I've selected.

  1. It's a great feeling lying next to each other, so close that you can see each other's pupils' dilating and contracting.

  2. Rich men tell rich lies.

  3. A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed, it won't stretch to make room for you.

  4. Laila had learned a fundamental truth about time: like the accordion on which Tariq's father sometimes played old Pashto songs, time stretched and contracted depending on Tariq's absense or presence.

  5. Weddings are stupid. All the fuss. All the money spent. For What? For clothes you'll never wear again. If I ever do get married, they 'll have to make room for three on the wedding stage. Me, the bride, and the guy holding the gun to my head.

  6. Reputation of a girl is a delicate thing, like a mynah bird in your hands, slacken your grip and away if flies.

  7. Damn the whistling, I hate more than anything. It wasn't so much the whistling itself, Laila thought later, but the seconds between the start of it and impact. The brief and interminable time of feeling suspended. The not knowing. The waiting. Like a defendant about to hear the verdict. (From The Book of Awsome: It's a great moment during a concert, when the lights are off but before music starts, when it's all quiet and full of anticipation)

  8. In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan - to salvage from perishing, to preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all.

  9. There would come a day when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory's grip, when overhearing a mother on the street call after her child by Tariq's name wold no longer cut her adrift. She would not miss him as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion - like the phantom pain of an amputee.

  Except every once in a long while, when Laila was a grown woman, ironing a shirt or pushing her children on a swing set, something trivial, maybe the warmth of a carpet beneath her feet on a hot day or the curve of a stranger's forehead, would set off a memory of that afternoon together. And it would all come rushing back. The spontaneity of it. Their astonishing imprudence.

  But then it wold pass. The moment would pass. Leave her deflated, feeling nothing but a vague restlessness.

  10. Slowly, Zalmai will cease wondering why his father has abandoned him. He will not spot his father any longer at traffic lights, in stooping old men shuffling down the street or sipping tea in open-fronted samovar houses. And one day it will hit him, walking along some meandering river, or gazing out at an untracked snowfield, that his father's disappearance is no longer an open, raw wound. That it has become something else altogether, something more soft-edged and indolent. Like a lore. Something to be revered, mystified by. (收起)

  2011-02-24 04:35:06   回应

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  awsome男 (never say never forever)

  you couldn't stretch a leg here without poking a poet in the ass 这个 该怎么翻译才好？ (更多)

  you couldn't stretch a leg here without poking a poet in the ass

  这个 该怎么翻译才好？ (收起)

  2011-06-06 16:37:41   4回应

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  inrn

  Mariam was to be a woman. Rasheed gave her a lots of love and make her happy. And then she is going to be a mother. Rasheed want to get a boy, his expectation weighed on her. (更多)

  Mariam was to be a woman. Rasheed gave her a lots of love and make her happy. And then she is going to be a mother. Rasheed want to get a boy, his expectation weighed on her. (收起)

  2011-07-17 16:04:59   回应

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  公民塔夫 (Bawitdaba da bang da dang)

  One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls. (更多)

  One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls. (收起)

  2012-01-14 16:06:36   回应

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  etoile

  She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother A person of consequence at last. No. It was not s bad, Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad... (更多)

  She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother A person of consequence at last. No. It was not s bad, Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings.

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  2011-11-21 15:22:27   回应

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  etoile

  Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but whish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Az... (更多)

  Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but whish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up, would not see the beautiful young woman that she would one day become, would not get to paint her hands with henna and toss noqul candy at her wedding. She would never play with Aziza’s children.

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  2011-11-21 15:12:54   回应

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