Mullah Faizullah twirled the beads of his tasbeh rosary as they strolled, and, in his quivering voice, told Mariam stories of all the thing he'd seen in his youth, like the two-headed snake he'd found in Iran, on Isfahan's Thirty-three Arch Bridge, or the watermelon he had split once outside the Blue Mosque in Mazar, to find the seeds forming the words ALLAH on one half, AKBAR on the other.
- A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS by Khaled Hosseini
That's the read that I've just picked up. :)
Soon, I'll be coming after you, Cecilia Ahern!!!
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