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379 pages, Paperback
First published June 30, 2015
" 賰丕賳 賴賳丕賰 賵賱賲 賷賰賳 賴賳丕賰 鬲丨鬲 丕賱卮賲爻 丕賱丨丕乇賯丞 ... 賵亘丕賱毓亘丕乇丞 丕賱賲毓丕丿賱丞 賱 (賰丕賳 賷丕 賲丕 賰丕賳) 賱亘丿亍 丕賱丨賰賷 亘丕賱兀賮睾丕賳賷丞 "
" 賱賳 賷賲賰賳賴 賲毓乇賮丞 賰賱 賲丕 賷噩賵賱 賮賷 禺丕胤乇賴丕 亘兀賮囟賱 賲賲丕 賷賲賰賳賴丕 賴賷 鬲禺賲賷賳 賲丕 亘丿丕禺賱賴. 賴賳丕賰 兀卮賷丕亍 賷賯賵賱賴丕 兀丨丿賴賲丕 賱賱丌禺乇 亘氐賵鬲 毓丕賱貙 賵兀卮賷丕亍 賷賴賲爻賵賳 亘賴丕 亘賵噩賴 賷禺鬲賱噩 貙 賵兀卮賷丕亍 賷爻賰鬲丕賳 毓賳賴丕 鬲賲丕賲丕賸. 丕賱兀賲 賵丕賱丕亘賳 賲賳賮氐賱丕賳 毓賱賶 兀爻丕爻 丕賱爻賳 賵丕賱丿賵乇 賵丕賱乇睾亘丞 賮賷 丨賲丕賷丞 兀丨丿賴賲丕 丕賱丌禺乇. 賱賰賳 丕賱賴丿賮 賲賳 爻賰賵鬲賴賲丕 貙 賲毓 兀賳賴賲丕 賱賳 賷毓鬲乇賮丕 亘賴匕丕 兀亘丿丕賸貙 賰丕賳 賱丨賲丕賷丞 賳賮爻賷賴賲丕 賵毓賱丕賯鬲賴賲丕. 兀卮賷丕亍 賱丕賷乇睾亘 兀丨丿賴賲丕 賮賷 賲毓乇賮鬲賴丕 毓賳 丕賱丌禺乇 丨鬲賶 賵廿賳 兀賲賰賳賴 匕賱賰. "
" 賷賲賰賳賳丕 氐賳毓 丨賷丕丞 賱兀賳賮爻賳丕 賮賷 兀賶 亘賱丿貙 賰賱 賲丕 賳丨鬲丕噩 廿賱賷賴 賮乇氐丞 賮賯胤貙 賲賰丕賳丕賸 賲丕 賮賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲貙 賱丕亘丿 兀賳 賮賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲 賲賰丕賳丕賸 賷乇丨亘賵賳 亘賳丕 賮賷賴 賰兀賯丕乇亘 胤丕賱鬲 睾賷亘鬲賴賲貙 賵賱丕 賷乇噩賲賵賳賳丕 亘丕賱丨噩丕乇丞 賰孬毓丕亘賷賳 賮賷 丕賱丨丿賷賯丞 "
鈥淭he United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees estimates that roughly half of all refugees are under the age of eighteen. Alarmingly, the crisis has continued to grow while the world鈥檚 sympathies have ebbed and flowed. We cry when we see a photograph of three-year-old Alan Kurdi鈥檚 lifeless body, his family鈥檚 hopes for a new life taken by the rough waters they were trying to cross to safety. We make dinner while the news anchor reports another fifty men, women, and children were lost in the Mediterranean to a capsized boat. We change the channel, afraid our first grader鈥檚 innocence will be spoiled by graphic images. We breathe a sigh of relief when pictures of rescue volunteers handing out warm blankets appear on our Facebook scroll. Our minds are on work deadlines while NPR reports on the violence in Afghanistan, Syria, and Somalia that continues to drive desperate people to risk their lives. It feels hopeless. It feels like this is no longer 鈥榥ews.鈥� At some point, the ongoing desperation of millions has become background noise.鈥濃€擭adia Hashimi
"Fereiba-jan. In the darkness, when you cannot see the ground under your feet and when your fingers touch nothing but night, you are not alone. I will stay with you as moonlight stays on water.鈥�History has so many tales to tell. This one should be heard. And Nadia Hashimi should keep on writing. Historical fiction is her fort茅, I would say.
鈥淓ven your brother has found his way, without obligation to anyone. I do not know who is to blame. He has the body of a horse but the mind of an ass.鈥�
KokoGul鈥檚 heart was a fixed space, a container with finite dimensions, and every inch of it had been spoken for by my sisters and my father. I stared at her and through her. Once again and even more unexpectedly this time, I was motherless.
Fereiba: I imagined my home without me鈥攎y sisters laughing in the hallways, my brother at my father鈥檚 side, and KokoGul, hands on her hips, proudly presiding over it all.
Why did my mother have to die?
Nothing exceptional happened on this afternoon. It was a few words, not much different from any other day but it was a private, cataclysmic moment when I saw the woman before me through unclouded eyes.
鈥淭hey鈥檙e coming back sooner than I expected,鈥� KokoGul said, thinking out loud. 鈥淏ut I鈥檒l find a way to keep them baited.鈥�
KokoGul made her own mouth water.
I saw the peaks of a hundred mountains rising before me.
Mother. All my life I had called KokoGul by this radiant and hopeful name, wishing for the touch of lamb鈥檚 wool on my cheek and too often getting nothing but a cool draft.