Quote by Laila
"The streets of Kabul held her story, and she would return to tell it."
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"I am the color of spinach, the color of old things."
"Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman."
"One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls."
"I had not understood that I was sad until I was happy."