In Kabul’s largest cemetery, the weather is winter morning air. Jagged headstones fan up the mountainside with a view over a sprawling swampy lake. The Shuhada-e-Saliheen cemetery (the name means “pious martyrs”) is built near a crumbling...
The Earth spun on the Universal fanfare and the three of us were settled on the settee when the doorbell sung Big Ben’s [sic] dong, dang, ding, dung.
With no internal shell you keep yourself together in a sac& the matter of attachment.
