The only dream worth having, I told her, is to dream that you will live while you're alive and die only when you're dead.

It was not entirely his fault that he lived in a society where a man's death could be more profitable than his life had ever been.

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life it purloined.

And a strange, deadly war is raging around the world. Yet, each person who has lost a loved one surely knows secretly, deeply, that no war, no act of revenge, no daisy-cutters dropped on someone else’s loved ones or someone else’s children, will blunt the edges of their pain or bring their own loved ones back. War cannot avenge those who have died. War is only a brutal desecration of their memory.

უცნაურია, მაგრამ ზოგჯერ სიკვდილის ფაქტი უფრო დიდხანს ახსოვთ ხოლმე, ვიდრე ის სიცოცხლე, იმ სიკვდილმა მზაკვრულად რომ მოსპო.

She was buried right next to her mother, Begum Arifa Yeswi. Mother and daughter died by the same bullet. It entered Miss Jebeen’s head through her left temple and came to rest in her mother’s heart. In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A few petals had fallen on her kaffan, the white shroud she was wrapped in before she was laid to rest.