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Khaled Hosseini - A Thousand Splendid Suns The

"It was in the house of a stranger, with all those rooms that smelled of tobacco, cabinets full of tools never seen before, the heavy green awnings, a ceiling that seemed to be unattainable. Those big spaces choked her. It was crossed by stabbing pangs of nostalgia, for Nana, for the Mullah Faizullah, for his past life. burst into tears [....]
Mariam had never worn a burqa. Rashid had help toss. The heavy padded headgear shake her head. It was strange to see the world through a grating. In his room he practiced walking, but continually stumble in 'hem. The nervous about not being able to see the side and it was unpleasant to feel suffocated by the fabric that covered her mouth. "

... Mariam, lying on the couch with his hands between his knees, staring at the swirling eddies of snow outside the window. When Nana had told her that each snowflake was a sigh of an unhappy woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs rise to heaven , gathered to form clouds and then broke into tiny pieces, falling silently on the people. "A reminder of how women suffer like us," he said. "Of how silently endured everything that comes down on us "....

" It was not easy to tolerate the way he spoke, to endure the scorn, insults, mockery The indifference was close to her as was the family cat. But after four years of marriage, Mariam had learned very well how it was prepared to tolerate a woman who was afraid. And Mariam was afraid. He lived in terror of his shock mood, his unstable character, his determination to transform into confrontation even the most trivial exchange of views, which sometimes resolved in fists, slaps, kicks. "

I remember reading this book by a few breaks, because I "hit" to the point of having to linger a few days before resuming Read more ... The story of the two protagonists, Mariam and Laila, whose destinies are intertwined during the war in Afghanistan is described in a way so realistic and sometimes "hard" that moved me more than once. Mariam and her life harami , bastard, who can never redeem his status as illegitimate daughter , who wants an education, but that did not would be useless because "would be like polishing a spittoon," to be married 15 years to Rashid, a man 30 years older than she learn to survive and endure abuse and humiliation. The chance encounter with Laila and forced cohabitation under the same roof with this girl is not easy to accept for Mariam, but this is only the beginning.

"They sat on folding chairs in the yard Halwa and ate with their hands, fishing from a common bowl. They drank a second cup of tea, and offered him a third when Laila, Mariam did not refuse. Over the hills they were fighting. They looked at the clouds that slid el over the moon 'last season of Firefly, which described the darkness bright yellow arches. And when Aziza woke up crying and Rasheed yelled for Laila getting to silence her, Mariam and Laila exchanged glances. A look of understanding, without defense, the kind of look that can run only between people who share the same hardships. And with this fleeting glance silent, Laila knew that they were no longer enemies. "

friends and accomplices, they keep their lives in that house until the endurance of the violence suffered overflows, invoking justice and revenge but at the same time condemning the decision of the court Mariam Taliban.

"Just returned to Kabul, had suffered from not knowing where the Taliban had buried Mariam. He wanted to visit his grave, sit with her for a few minutes, leave a few flowers. But now he understands that not has no importanza.Mariam is never far away. And 'here between these walls have been repainted, in the trees that were planted in blankets that keep the children warm, in the pillows, in books, pencils. E' in their smiles. E 'in the verses Aziza recites and prostrating in prayer that whispers to the west. But Mariam is mainly in the heart of Laila, which shines with the overwhelming splendor of a thousand suns. "

A book very well written, moving book, which comes in the depths of the soul ....