1)Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman.
2)There is only one, only one skill a woman like you and me needs in life, and they don’t teach it in school . . . Only one skill. And it’s this: tahamul. Endure . . . It’s our lot in life, Mariam. Women like us. We endure. It’s all we have. Do you understand?
3)Babi tells Lalila that education of women is important, because, “society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated, Laila. No chance.
4)All day two lines of a poem by Saib-e-Tabrizi, about the city have been bouncing around in Babi’s head, “One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, / Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
5)Why have you pinned your little heart to an old, ugly hag like me?” She murmurs into Aziza’s hair. “Huh? I am a nobody, don’t you see? A dehati. What have I got to give you?
6)Mariam thinks about all the seasons that have come and gone. She has passed those years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There the future had never mattered.
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