Her hands are rough from her hard life, but her touch is as soft as silk. Ahmed doesn't realize how strong his mother is… I didn't realize it, either, until she used that iron. Her tears told me that she felt it as keenly as I.
My dreams are filled with dark hair and the cold Afghani wind… but her voice comforts me, and I can find sleep somewhere away from the pain.
I hate to leave, but I know I must… for both their sakes. I've never had one person hurt me so deeply and love me so completely.