ZahedaChapter 2: My Mother, 1974“If anyone asks thee which is the pleasantest of cities, Thou mayest answer him aright that it is Herāt. For the world is like the sea, and…Oct 30, 2017Oct 30, 2017
ZahedaChapter 1: To Flee, 1982It is the start of winter in 1982 and my father is in Kabul on an important errand. Worry has gathered itself upon his brow as he descends…Oct 30, 2017Oct 30, 2017
ZahedaPrologue: AfghanistanPaper is falling out of the sky. I am in the garden; it’s a sunny day. It comes back to me in slow motion. I’m four years old.Oct 26, 2017Oct 26, 2017