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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.�
it always falls on the sober to pay for the sins of the drunk.
Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it.
But, mostly, Mariam is in Laila’s own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand suns.
