people cannot count how many bright moons there are on her roof,
nor can they count the thousand brilliant suns behind its walls.
It is natural for me to think of Mariam after watching the movie. Anyway, there are only a few popular works about Afghanistan. But in the only ones I have seen, the last mention is hope. So even if you can only walk barefoot in the desert, it is to attend the wedding; even if you wear lipstick on the back of the bukka, you have to run for the prosthesis once a year even if you lose your legs.
Regarding travel,
"I'm going to London, Barcelona, Istanbul, Copenhagen, Paris, Rome..." Buy a ticket, transfer at most in an unfamiliar scene, and then all you need is to wait and wait for the plane The moment I landed, I walked out of the airport, breathed the air there, and heard the words there. But for the phrase "I'm going to Kandahar", how much effort has to be made. At least the protagonists in the book can get good luck. They can smoothly go back to their hometown without lack of arms or legs, and then go away without any loss of arms or legs. But for those people who have lived there for generations, Kandahar is all they live. To be honest
about the child
, from the Khak in the film, there is really no hope. That way of recitation of the Koran against the Koran, the only modern content is probably knives, guns and modern lethal weapons. If it is true, Afghanistan will always be Afghanistan.
Regarding Buka,
whether it's Mariam, Laila or Nafas, women who are so beautiful but wrapped up like Wade will one day be seen and sparkle.
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