.... "And for the first time,it was not an adversary's face Laila saw but a face of grievances unspoken,burdens gone unprotested,a destiny submitted to and endured.If she stayed,would this be her own face,Laila wondered,twenty years from now?"

      - A Thousand Splendid Suns

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