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"A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khalid Hosseini. A book that broke and built me in the same breath. It was painfully beautiful, like watching dawn spill through cracks of a shattered glass. The book spoke of women in Afghanistan, of how every cruelty in the world somehow find its way to a woman's skin first. When death knocks, when war occurs, when lives collapse, somehow it's always the women who bleed first, quietly holding all their runes together for me till the end."
"A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khalid Hosseini. A book that broke and built me in the same breath. It was painfully beautiful, like watching dawn spill through cracks of a shattered glass. The book spoke of women in Afghanistan, of how every cruelty in the world somehow find its way to a woman's skin first. When death knocks, when war occurs, when lives collapse, somehow it's always the women who bleed first, quietly holding all their runes together for me till the end."
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"A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khalid Hosseini. A book that broke and built me in the same breath. It was painfully beautiful, like watching dawn spill through cracks of a shattered glass. The book spoke of women in Afghanistan, of how every cruelty in the world somehow find its way to a woman's skin first. When death knocks, when war occurs, when lives collapse, somehow it's always the women who bleed first, quietly holding all their runes together for me till the end."
"A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khalid Hosseini. A book that broke and built me in the same breath. It was painfully beautiful, like watching dawn spill through cracks of a shattered glass. The book spoke of women in Afghanistan, of how every cruelty in the world somehow find its way to a woman's skin first. When death knocks, when war occurs, when lives collapse, somehow it's always the women who bleed first, quietly holding all their runes together for me till the end."