A Thousand Splendid Suns


Before you begin, grab yourself a box of tissue as you would be needing it till the very end. Khaled Hosseini makes sure like he always does to stir all the human emotions at once. With the much needed happy ending for the readers, this book takes you to a journey where misery and hope goes hand in hand. Such is the powerful tale of female suffering that even the hardest of hearts would not fail to feel and wonder.

Yes, you are a man and you tell me to cover my face. You flinch at the sight of the tailor taking my measurements. You have made the rules for me to follow and as long as I follow them I am labelled as honourable, the greatest award bestowed upon woman. But may I ask, what about those several magazines kept in your drawer on which every page has pictures of beautiful women, who wore nothing at all? Is it your idea of honour and propriety? I thought you told me it was a sin but ofcourse you are a man.

Let us get into the shoes of Mariam, the 5 year old who has just heard about the word harami-bastard, she didn’t know what it meant back then. It took hours for her mother to deliver Mariam on her own and this bastard child was all she had. Mariam was a happy child you could say but she would be the happiest when Jalil, her father would come to meet her. So, one day when she ran away to stay with her father, she finally understood what her mother meant when she would say,”RICH MAN TELLING RICH LIES.”

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,

Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

Let us take a fast track now, hold on tight because this is only the beginning of her end. There was no coming back for her, with her mother gone and her father having nine legitimate children to take care of. Soon she was married away to Rasheed and sent to Kabul. Rasheed would have been a really good husband if Mariam was able to serve the purpose of her birth. You guessed it right, why would any husband entertain if a woman is not fertile. With that as the story unfolds, the marriage consumes all whole.

A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed. It won’t stretch to make room for you.

Nearly two decades later, when the Taliban take over, Rasheed brings home a local teenager, Laila amidst a desperate struggle against starvation, brutality and fear. There are times when you do not stand for yourself just like Mariam didn’t. But to what extend a mother’s love follows for a lamb to face a lion all in the name of love. But no battle is lost until the last strike of the sword. Mariam’s fight for Laila and her child will make you believe that you just need to find that one moment of courage in your life when you can make a difference for someone else.

Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.

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